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...
inspirational sexy night
That night when you kissed me, I left a poem in your mouth, and you can hear some of the lines every time you breathe out.
heart storm lovers
Every lover is a storm chaser. Every good heart has lost its roof.
ocean kissing storm
I would kiss you in the middle of the ocean during a lightning storm cuz I'd rather be left for dead than wondering what thunder sounds like.
fall tree panic
If a tree fell in the forest, and you were the only one there to hear it; if its fall to the ground didn’t make a sound, would you panic in fear that you didn’t exist, or would you bask in the bliss of your nothingness?
running mistake ocean
I know this world is far from perfect. I am not the type to mistake a streetlight for the moon. I know our wounds are deep as the Atlantic. But every ocean has a shoreline and every shoreline has a tide that is constantly returning to wake the songbirds in our hands, to wake the music in our bones, to place one fearless kiss on the mouth of that new born river that has to run through the center of our hearts to find its way home.
healing people sometimes
Sometimes the most healing thing to do is remind ourselves over and over and over, other people feel this too.
people insanity
Our insanity is not that we see people who aren’t there. It’s that we ignore the ones who are.
pain avalanches made
Say this is what the pain made of you: an open, open, open road, an avalanche of feel it all.
piano keys ribs
Touch me ‘til my ribs become piano keys, ‘til there is sheet music scrolled across the inside of my lungs.
inspirational baby fall
Baby, I have no idea how this will end. Maybe the equator will fall like a hula hoop from the earth's hips and our mouths will freeze mid-kiss on our 80th anniversary or maybe tomorrow my absolute insanity combined with the absolute obstacle course of your communication skills will leave us like a love letter in a landfill. But whatever, however, whenever this ends I want you to know that right now, I love you forever.
halloween stable knows
For Halloween I'm gonna be emotionally stable. No one's gonna know it's me.
wall fists rooms
Everyone’s chest is a living room wall with awkwardly placed photographs hiding fist-shaped holes.
pain heart writing
Don't google your name. Ever. Don't “search” for yourself on anything that glows in the dark. Don't let your beauty be something anyone can turn off. Don't edit your ugly out of your bio. Let your light come from the fire. Let your pain be the spark, but not the timber. Remember, you didn't come here to write your heart out. You came to write it in.
inspirational tree poetry
Forests may be gorgeous but there is nothing more alive than a tree that learns how to grow in a cemetery.