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...
pain avalanches made
Say this is what the pain made of you: an open, open, open road, an avalanche of feel it all.
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.
pain heart thinking
Do you think anger is a sincere emotion or the timid motion of a fragile heart trying to beat away its pain?
dream hurt pain
What I know about living is the pain is never just ours Every time I hurt I know the wound is an echo So I keep a listening to the moment the grief becomes a window When I can see what I couldn’t see before, through the glass of my most battered dream, I watched a dandelion lose its mind in the wind and when it did, it scattered a thousand seeds. So the next time I tell you how easily I come out of my skin, don’t try to put me back in just say here we are together at the window aching for it to all get better
love people poems political separated society
Political poems are love poems, and then love poems can be political in this society where people can be so separated from each other.
edition fund funding future given hope secure special university year
This year we were given a one-time fund for this special edition of Engage. We hope to secure funding from the university for a future publications.
someday dare trade
Someday we will dare to trade good for true
wings feelings world
she's wondering how many women are walking around this world feeling the tingling of their amputated wings remembering what it was to fly to sing
inspirational heart home
Last night I saw your ghost pedalling a bicycle with a basket towards a moon as full as my heavy head and I wanted nothing more than to be sitting in that basket like ET with my glowing heart glowing right through my chest and my glowing finger pointing in the direction of our home.
hitting hitting-back bottom
But when I thought I hit bottom, it started hitting back.
letting-go hands verbs
Fear is only a verb if you let it be. Don't you dare let go of my hand!
inspirational enough-already play-hard
I'm never gonna wait that extra twenty minutes to text you back and I'm never gonna play hard to get when I know your life has been hard enough already.
ignorance pieces left
Your ignorance keeps dismembering every piece of patience I have left.
love-is magic melting
Love isn't always magic. Sometimes it's just melting.