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Andrea Gibson Biography

Andrea Gibson (born August 13, 1975) is an American poet and activist from Calais, Maine, who has lived in Boulder, Colorado, since 1999. Gibson's poetry focuses on gender norms, politics, social reform, and the struggles LGBTQ people face in today's society.

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You never wish on shooting stars. You wish on the ones that have the courage to shine where they are.

Inspirational, Poetry, Shine, Shooting, Stars

Do you know they found land mines in woman's souls.

Found, Land, Soul, Souls

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?

Fall, Forest, Ground, Nothingness, Sound, Tree

We all have different reasons for forgetting to breathe.

Breathe, Different, Forget, Reasons

And we were Banksy on an overpass in New Orleans spray-painting porch lights on the hurricane. We were welcome mats for the un-forgiven. We never sold our windpipes to make a living. We were the letters sent to the wrong address, but opened anyway. We opened anyway.

Hurricane, Inspirational, Light, New Orleans, Overpass, Wrong

Forests may be gorgeous but there is nothing more alive than a tree that learns how to grow in a cemetery.

Forests, Inspirational, Learns, Poetry, Tree

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.

Dead, Kissing, Like, Ocean, Storm

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

Feelings, Remembering, Walking, Wings, World

We all have bullets beneath our skin we pray our lovers won't flinch at when they find.

Bullets, Flinch, Lovers, Pray, Skins

Yes, I like girls; Yes, I like boys; I like boys who like boys; I like girls who wear toys and girls who don't; I like girls who don't call themselves girls; Crew cuts or curls or that really bad hair phase in between.

Boys, Cuts, Cutting, Girl, Like, Phase

But when I thought I hit bottom, it started hitting back. There is no bruise like the bruise loneliness kicks into your spine.

Back, Bottom, Bruise, Bruises, Hitting, Loneliness

Your ignorance keeps dismembering every piece of patience I have left.

Ignorance, Keeps, Left, Pieces

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.

Inspirational, Like, Untethered, Write, Writing, Yarn

The trauma said, ‘Don’t write these poems. Nobody wants to hear you cry about the grief inside your bones.

Grief, Hear, Poems, Want, Writing

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.

Anthem, Eye, Fall, Like, Men, Music

When your heart is broken, you plant seeds in the cracks and pray for rain.

Broken, Cracks, Heart, Plant, Rain, Seeds

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.

Heart, Home, Inspirational, Night, Sitting

Safety isn't always safe. You can find one on every gun.

Gun, Safety, Safe

It's your worst sin saving your f***ing life; It's the devil's knife carving holes into your soul so angels have a way to make their way inside; Life doesn't rhyme. Still, life is poetry, not math. The whole world's a stage, but the stage is a meditation mat. You tilt your head back; you breathe. when your heart is broken, you plant seeds in the cracks and you pray for rain.

Angel, Broken, Carving, Heart, Rain

Love isn't always magic. Sometimes it's just melting.

Love, Love Is, Magic, Melting

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