Dec 31

A Little Note... (I'm Not Sure, I Guess I Got Inspired)

**this is me just kinda rambling (please tolerate)**

i've never actually
written poetry before.
(yet none the less here i am telling you
that in verse)

i don't think i ever
really realized that
there was more to writing
then straight lines of text

i always thought poetry was
rhyme the lines because
that how things are
so you mustn't change the rules...of how...they...are...(?)

(what would fit there and rhyme with "are"?)

i didn't know
that breaking text this way
just
emphasized meaning

until i met her.
(her will remain nameless,
you may or may not know
who you are)

i was astounded;
the beauty of her writing struck me.
all i thought was
"i want to write like that"

so here i am today
and i have found a voice
(one of many voices)
(when writing of course)

and i guess that's
Dec 31

A Hidden Place

together we sat in a
hidden place
discussing the
injustices of the world.

while the forest creaked
in the cold
our frosty breath bit the
air

and our eyes sparkled
in thought
while our cheeks
froze.

it was wonderful.

i felt the snow
(through my mitten)
and the ground
(at my fingertips)

and it was as if the
rest of it
all
had melted away

and the winter was
ours
because we were alone
in a hidden place
Dec 30

Glow Ring

today, i found a ring.
a glow ring to be specific.
it was old.
and cracked.
the strap that normally goes around the finger was gone.
yet when i turned it on, a faint glow persisted.
after all this time.

i never was able to dance.
though i did pretend.

in, probably third grade, i somehow stumbled across "light dances".
maybe i made them up.
maybe the idea sprouted from fireworks in the night sky.
or blurred lights in the dark.
who knows really.

i would spend hours preparing the shows.
rehearsing.
planning.
practicing.
perfecting...

i was obsessed.
well, kinda at least.

i don't know why i loved them so much.
but looking back now, maybe it was because i could dance in the dark.

maybe it was because spinning in the dark the problems melted away.
and the only things left were the lights that blurred together.
Dec 27

This Is Me

i am
too big
striped socks
in the winter

i am
the words
that pour out of me
onto the page

i am a runner
who will get better
over time
and i am

a swimmer with frozen
hair when
she walks out
of the pool mid-season

i am the
vermont
wind and rain and sun
on my face

and i am
afraid of seaweed
(because)...
(no more questions)

i am a girl
who will stand for rights
and i am a girl who will not stand for
being less

i am hair back
always because i can't
stand anything
holding me back

i am arguments
over absolutely nothing
with my brother
(even though he started it)

i am guitar
and ukulele strums
and saxophone blarps
and off-key singing

i am trying to draw
(and greatly failing)
and writing down silly
Dec 25

Ways To Be Remembered

fingerprints
on
the media

filmstrips
and newspapers
and interviews
and memories

in gray
and black
and white

fingerprints
on
the media

documents
long forgotten
gone over
with careful eyes

stories told in
hushed voices
around the campfire

fingerprints 
on 
the media

music
and pictures
and movies
and writings

that tell the
lives of our
era

fingerprints 
on 
the media

lessons
from our classes--
social studies,
history,

english,
science,
math

fingerprints 
on 
the media

household names
known from
bad decisions
and good ones

and
beautifully terrible
discoveries

fingerprints
on
the media

with so
many ways
to be
Dec 24

Happy Birthday (Again)

how to say this...?
(this won't come out right...)
Happy Birthday?

first off,
you are amazing.
You are kind, you are smart,
you are funny,
and you are a great friend.

Though I have not known you
very long,
I already look up to you
(literally, and the way that I mean it here)

because you
are someone who commands
respect

whether you are writing
or drawing
or dancing
(the routine to that
song I don't know
at the dance)

you are cool

there are
so many more things
that I could
(and should)
say

but,
because I haven't known
you for very long
I don't know what else to
say...

Happy Birthday.
That works. (right?)

 
Dec 22

I don't want to hear it

"how many
Jews
can you fit in a car?"

Can you please not
say that?

Can you not even
think it?

This is stem class
why aren't you paying attention?
(like everyone else)

And
can you please wait
and check
(with me)
before you make these jokes?

They aren't funny.
(they aren't even a joke)
They are just a way for
you to make fun of people
so that you
"look cool"
in front of your friends.

(it's not "cool")

"How many
Jews
can you fit in a car?"
you say.

I don't know.
(Why are we talking about this?)

"Two in the front,
three in the middle,
and as many ashes as
you can fit in the back"

I'm half Jewish,
I don't want to
hear that!
(Why are we talking about this?)

Can you please not
say that?

Can you not even 

Dec 21
poem 3 comments challenge: Loss

Golden Gates

golden gates
lock and key
high above
the darkness

where are you now
my friend
and why have
you gone away?

simple mornings
of dew
and mist
over the crystal fields

where are you now
my friend
and why have
you gone away?

daisies
and hidden trees
and small whispers
exchanged at midnight

where are you now
my friend
and why have
you gone away?

long road
winding
up around the
hill

where are you now
my friend
and why have
you gone away?

silent tears
when the news came
that a friend
had moved on

​where are you now
my friend
and why have
you gone away?

facing a journey on
to the

golden gates
lock and key
high above
the darkness

Dec 20

America

we are a fragile
support system waiting
to splinter
into a million
tiny
pieces

our people
bicker and snarl
and our politicians do
nothing more because
our values
are
divided

and decided by those around us
who have nothing better to say

we are a possibility
we were the land of the free
and the home of the brave
but are
we anymore?

we push out
those who are
not wanted
because they 
look
different

speak different,
act different,
but aren't actually so different

we keep those
who represent our "values"--
harassment,
hate,
suppression,
assault,
criticism,
selection.

obviously, I could go on...

we are patchwork,
thousands of pieces,
stitched together by someone(else)'s work
that make
a
whole

we are individual
Dec 19

Neverland

once upon a time
i made a wish on
pixie dust

that took me to neverland

where the ocean rushed
up against the sand

i met peter pan
and the lost boys
i heard
their screams
on the wind
who smiled at me
from the sky

mermaids
lay on a rock
in the sun
and swam in the
white of the waves
that begged me under
their salty
spray

captain hook
chased me through the
woods
where the lost boys saved me

and an alligator
did away with hook's hand

but the days dimmed
and the wind
frowned
from above

for neverland
was not as special
as it was when i came.



but someday maybe i'll see it again
when the waves still sparkle
and the wind still blows
its smile
onto my face

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