Poetry

I had led my own crusade to

the stars above; to the unknown.

Through soles of my feet, I graced the

lights above. Carefully, I danced 

to the song of success. Chasing

She didn't text him

And as her eyes watched a flashing screen,

her happiness 

Thaws

She sent the message

And as she goes unanswered now,

Her comfort

Thaws 

Beneath the slow breath of morning soil,
the onion hums and its layered heart asleep,
a pale globe guarding tears untold.
Nearby, garlic dreams in clustered cloves,
its scent a fierce devotion to the earth.

Tiny ceramic bird, frozen in midair. Are you doomed to spend eternity seeking a flower you will never see? Spiderwebs cover your body as you dangle from a wire, staring at a pole of wood, cracks forming with time.

Sometimes I wonder about the person I seem to be.

Is she truly me or someone else entirely?

Is it real or just a mask?

And if she's just a mask, then who am I?

Am I surrounded by lights?

Or shadows?

The choir is singing,

Six of them

dressed up for high-schoolers.

My mother is on the floor

of the gym,

sitting,

watching.

But all I can see

are the two girls.

She is going somewhere 
I can hear it 
in the way the house pauses 
when she gently glides through it, 
as if even the torn walls 
are trying to find her. 

I walk outside my door.

To hear the breeze today

See what it has to say.

"I can't go on no more

My friend has left the sea

No longer wild nor free

Another offering to the fall

We walk, side-by-side

Don’t these rides seem smaller now?

Or have we just grown in size?

What if this is the end?

 Dear Time, You remind me of the Sea. Unable to be restrained. Unable to be controlled. Unable to be contained. You are merciless, yet your movement is necessary.

And yes,

you deserve one: you

who has stars in your eyes and

infinity running through your veins;

you, whose heart becomes so heavy

with the sunrise that you

will always pick up a pen and

I was small and stained with summer 
sun, grass blade knees, and scrapes 
all over. Morning dew and wild schemes, I lived 
inside the world of dreams where faeries hid