Poetry

I decided I was in love with you

before I knew what love was.

I had never felt true love.

I mean, I had felt love.

I had loved my family,

the color pink, music.

My younger cousin put it best, I think.

"Spring is my favorite season, because it has a little bit of everything!"

Rain, sun, clouds.

Cold, cool, warm.

Melting snow.

Yellow daffodils.

Baby birds.

Do you see how the world is beginning to bud?

Sparkling white dust starts to melt away from the snow

Water begins to creep away from it's capture

Flowing freely

Rain is often thought of as grey

But in spring

It just brings out the colors

The grass gets greener

The flowers bloom brighter

And when the sun comes out again

The colors feel even stronger

Colors of nature

Blooming with joy and beauty

The flowers of spring

there weren’t enough chairs in the growing room, 

open as always to the prophets

& the wind. and so as people poured and poured

tears of glass

welling up

let them out

let them pass.

tears of fire

streaming down

i won't struggle

when i drown.

tears of blood

pouring out

more and more,

I reach out, my fingertips brushing against the glass. I see a girl every time I look in a mirror, she's standing there on the other side but she's no longer the same as she used to be.

She flies through the sun

Wings spiral beat bright blue sky 

Nothing stays the same 

Fourteen 

Fourteen years ago 

My life became automatically harder 

Because of how I looked 

Thirteen 

It was just a threat

Just a rumor

It’s not real

It’s not gonna happen

But what about when it’s not a threat

When it’s real

I’m not a painter 

But if I was 

I would paint masterpieces 

And tell a story within each frame 

I would create a piece of art