Andrea Gibson
Andrea Gibson
Andrea Gibsonis an award-winning poet and activist who lives in Boulder, Colorado. Gibson's poetry focuses on gender norms, politics, social reform and the struggles LGBTQ people face in today's society...
flower people
I thought, "The flowers, save the flowers..." I never thought for a second we wouldn't save the people
would-be sane ifs
If love did not exist, I would be so goddamn sane.
skins bullets lovers
We all have bullets beneath our skin we pray our lovers won't flinch at when they find.
thinking sweaters village
To think, a sweater, is made entirely of knots. My stomach could clothe a village.
devil world damage
The holy have done more damage to this world than the devil ever could.
land soul found
Do you know they found land mines in woman's souls.
inspirational writing yarn
In your arms I forget what the yarn knows of sweaters. I forget how to hold myself together. So if I unfold now like a love letter tell me you'll write back soon. Tell me you'll still come untethered.
writing air practice
I write because it is while I'm writing that I feel most connected to why we're here. I write because silence is a heavy weight to carry. I write to remember. I write to heal. I write to let the air in. I write as a practice of listening.
fall eye boys
Right now there’s a man on the street outside my door with outstretched hands full of heartbeats no one can hear. He has cheeks like torn sheet music every tear-broken crescendo falling on deaf ears. At his side there’s a boy with eyes like an anthem no one stands up for.
loneliness hitting bruises
But when I thought I hit bottom, it started hitting back. There is no bruise like the bruise loneliness kicks into your spine.
inspirational beautiful running
You panic button collector. You clock of beautiful ticks. You run out the door if you need to. You flock to the front row of your own class. You feather everything until you know you can always, always shake like a leaf on my family tree and know you belong here. You belong here and everything you feel is okay. Everything you feel is okay.
heaven flying this-life
I intend to leave this life so shattered there's gonna have to be a thousand separate heavens for all of my flying parts
night light storm
We are all instruments pulling the bows across our own lungs. Windmills, still startling in every storm. Have you ever seen a newborn blinking at the light? I wanna do that every day. I wanna know what the kite called itself when it got away, when it escaped into the night...
i-like-you toxins cookies
Let me also say I wanna make you sandwhiches, And soup, And peanut butter cookies, Though, the truth is peanutbutter is actually really bad for you 'cause they grow peanuts in old cotton fields to clean the toxins out of the soil, But hey, you like peanutbutter and I like you!