Poetry

they arrive like guests

unannounced

uninvited

but welcome

as if they were never gone at all

soft spoken creatures

draped in pale pink

like secrets almost told

they do not bloom loudly

i saw a girl once

laughter and sunshine in her opal eyes

a twitch of a smile almost too brief

hair so unruly as if the wind had made the strands its own

a lankiness to her like branches on the limbs of a tree

My brother is 4 years older than me
And he's also 4 times better than me at most things.

School, sports, music, art,
Things I thought I was good at
He would excel in.

Two many were awake

Fall with dark coffee

keeping their eyes wide

Spring with sweet tea

Keeping their face bright

So Fall left their room

Summer’s dew tastes like peppers 

Fall’s dew tastes likes mushrooms

Winter’s dew tastes like mint

Yet loved more than most 

Is Spring’s special dew

I don't really know what I'm doing.

But I felt like I had to write something, 

so here it is;

here is my 

weak attempt at writing something

that could make somebody else feel a bit better.

Walking through the woods

I met a woman

With spring in her hair

Not flowers with colors that overwhelm

Not sunshine so bright it burns

Why did you roll your eyes
When I was stabbed
Purely for who I am
For who I love 
You know I didn’t deserve that

Rain on me 

Oh rain on me

I have no shower

So wash my hair

Make flowers spring from my scalp 

To cover up the smell

The snow is twirling down,

dancing down to earth one

after another; it's

April, and

it seems it should be flower petals

raining down rather

than the flakes of frozen rain;

I imagine Spring is

I want to go home

but what is home, anyway

when I'm scared of my feelings because I'm not perfect so the resentment grows

resentment of myself

resentment of others

is that all I am?

A joker?

Would you call the other planets illegal?

I sure wouldn't

they're just existing in space 

but I guess if thats case 

they would be aliens to us