and keeps me warmer than you ever do.
as you look to me in silence
he whispers with such sure seduction
consumes me like you never could,
tongue wrapping knots
to each anxious, reaching wrist.
my weakened conscience purring for more
as he pulls my conscious to threadlike strands
each fading as you look on
- silent -
my reflection slipping far
from your ever running eyes
as he fills me in ways you never would" this liquor (april 2013)
My fellow graduates,
Today, we see ourselves as we were four years ago — freshman: young, bright, and new to the halls of North Haven High School.
We were unopened textbooks, pencils not yet sharpened, with hearts still raw and unknowing as to what the coming years would hold. The future is more real and honest and pressing in this moment than it has seemed since that first year. But if we have learned anything, it is that the future is unpredictable. Life will continue to surprise us. So, today we see ourselves as we can only hope to become.
And that is scary …
I mean, it’s terrifying.
But for now, we will relish this moment. Because with such infinite possibilities before us, there are few things we know as sure as this.
Today is June 27, 2013, and we are a class of young people who have grown, learned, and made mistakes together. We are generation in flux, taking from the heartbreak of recent history the courage to accept things we cannot change, and to change the things we can. We may have grown according to different, unique paths, but I think we would be surprised if we knew the ways we have impacted one another.
We are a crowd of athletes, musicians, friends, artists, geniuses. A crowd of moments, knowledge, tears, laughter, and compassion. A crowd of 285 students gathered in one school, and today the world lies unopened before us.
So let us cherish this moment. Let the enormity of it humble and elate us. We will not be sad. We will not worry. We will look forward and back, at these faces that surround us.
We don’t know who will come into our lives in the coming years. Who will have left, who will have stayed. And we don’t know where we will be. So right now, let us just be here.
Completely, undeniably here.
It is hot. The room is crowded. And we may find our minds trailing to visions of the future, of the past. But pretty soon this will be just another memory, so let us not lose this moment while it is still in our grasp.
For now, we sit, united in this familiar territory. As a class, a community. A sea of heavy maroon fabric and eyes light with anticipation. Let who we are in this moment define us. Not who we were yesterday, or who we will be tomorrow, but who we are right now:
North Haven High School’s graduating class of 2013.
Where you perch so high in my childhood’s tree.
If you ever turned your lantern on
You would see this heart in my backyard,
That you dropped when you said
You could not feel love.
My Inevitable Fall,
Set me free from these thorns
You’ve surrounded my neck.
But you stay
And you laugh,
And I scream
I beg for your pity, for your mercy on me!
In this dark your eyes pierce
And my bare heart pleads,
Are you brave enough to leave
My tortured heart where it lies?
For you’re blind in this dark
(I’m not ready for light)
And those dangling feet will be the first
My rising sun meets.
But now the sun sets,
The darkest light hides my flesh,
From the selfish hold
of your unknowing jest.
Yellow, sour, and raw;
My fierce sadness, it falls." My Blind Jester, May 2013
How her father planted a tree
Three days before running away
- stolen by a woman with hate in her heart
and a few missing teeth -
But that tree stayed with my mother
Long after daddy chose to leave
So she says that tree
Is more brave than he,
or I will ever be.
For how many creatures
That can live and can breathe
Will stand and will stay
For the ones that leave?
No, to me it seems
The things that move
That do the most damage
And do the least good.
For you and I could go running away
But when the tree plants his roots
It is there he will stay" April 2013