Poetry

When I think of the color green, I think of the trees behind my school. In kindergarten, when kids were cruel and words hurt more than sticks or stones, the trees were there.

i haven't seen my best friend in six days and i've already watched all our old videos with the bad lighting & worse camera angles, clicked through the pictures of us together and got all sentimental like i have a pretty awesome life after

I could pretend to be happy

When the world is ending

And you'd all believe me

I'm a great actor

But never onstage

I can say I'm happy for you

Congrats that's so cool

When under it all

It's hard

It's really hard

When there are so many people to balance all the time

So many personalities

So many conversations

Overlapping

Talking over each other

So many big emotions

Why can the wind

Be blowing

That piece of grass down

One moment

And not the next?

There’s a scientific answer

I bet

And usually that’s what I’m looking for.

But it felt poetic that way,

I'm lost in this giant world.

Surrounded by millions of people,

but at the same time, connected to none.

They think they can see right through me.

They think they know what I want.

Today I woke up.

I stretched my arms,

brushed my teeth.

Just as I did every morning.

Except, something was different today.

I opened the foggy window

and took a look outside.

Dragon wandered through the forest,

Smiling at his bouquet

Full of bluebells and daisies,

But sighed as he remembered

It was forever incomplete.

It was what, four and a half weeks ago?

sometime after school ended

I wanted to stay for the whole time

I brought snacks for everyone

bagel chips and hummus

I'm running

I'm flying

my legs move

back and forth

forth and back

on

and on

and on

faster

faster

the air is avoiding me

I run from my chaser

endlessly

Underwater

it's nearly silent

incredibly quiet

all sharp sounds softened by the waves.

Underwater

all of the loud, nagging noises of life fades into a faint murmur

bearable for once.

Underwater

When I was younger, I was

friends with her son

They moved a lot, especially after

The divorce

But we still made time to see each other

We grew apart but