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...
fire naked burning
My mouth is a fire escape. The words coming out don’t care that they are naked. There is something burning in there.
different forget breathe
We all have different reasons for forgetting to breathe.
hurt sun bangs
I said to the sun, ‘Tell me about the big bang.’ The sun said, ‘it hurts to become.
mirrors glasses feel-good
I wanna know what you see when you look in the mirror on a day you’re feeling good. I wanna know what you see when you look in the mirror on a day you’re feeling bad. I wanna know the first person who taught you your beauty could ever be reflected on a lousy piece of glass.
sunshine love-is want
Love is like sunshine. Sometimes you have to get burned to know you were there. I want to know that I'm here.
broken-heart moon doctors
A doctor once told me I feel too much. I said, so does god. that’s why you can see the grand canyon from the moon.
sick never-trust wells
I could never trust anyone who's well adjusted to a sick society.
believe fall heart
I have never met a heavy heart that wasn’t a phone booth with a red cape inside Some people will never understand the kind of superpower it takes for some people to just walk outside Some days I know my smile looks like the gutter of a falling house But my hands are always holding tight to the ripchord of believing
mother heart gun
I know a thousand things louder than a soldier's gun; I know the heartbeat of his mother.
inspirational heart two
I'm not lookin' for someone who can save me. Life rafts might keep you afloat but they rarely get you anywhere and I've got places I wanna go. So break me in two, peel back my rib cage and cover every page of my heart with love poems you will burn someday.
girl mother dream
..when a war ends, what does that look like exactly? do the cells in the body stop detonating themselves? does the orphanage stop screaming for its mother? when the sand in the desert has been melted down to glass and our reflection is not something we can stand to look at does the white flag make for a perfect blindfold? yesterday i was told a story about this little girl in Iraq, six-years-old, who cannot fall asleep because when she does she dreams of nothing but the day she watched her dog eat her neighbor's corpse. if you told her war is over do you think she can sleep?
yesterday who-i-am pieces
I am living today as someone I had not yet become yesterday and tonight I will borrow only pieces of who I am today to carry with me to tomorrow.
inspirational lonely heart
Cause I might be naked and lonely Shaking branches for bones But I'm still time zones away From who I was the day before we met You were the first mile Where my heart broke a sweat And I wish you were here I wish you'd never left But mostly I wish you well I wish you my very very best.
heart echoes promise
You can stand on the cliff of my heart and shout nothing but ‘ugly’ through me. I promise all I will echo back is ‘Beauty, beauty, you have always been beauty