Poetry

A thousand thoughts pounding into my head ALL THE TIME.

Whirring past at a million miles per hour.

Filling my head with noise.

The world makes it louder.

My friend said something today.

Struck me dumb. My only choice to laugh it off, make jokes.

Possibly be passive-aggressive... 

We were talking... I asked if she liked a Friends-to-lover's couple

The beginning of life anew.

After the blistering cold and before the blazing heat

The sunny days and chilly nights

The morning arrives like a door left open—but today, you notice the draft.

There’s a pain

From my brain

When I lie

And when I wake.

And there's no escape

From the terrifying pain.

Have you felt

I love the rain

The way it sounds

As it splashes the ground

And beats against my roof

Bringing new life

But 

On the first warm night of spring

I lay on my bed with my window open

The cool breeze skates over my skin

Leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake

I fear that I lied to you, straight to your face

When you looked me in the eyes and asked

If I was ok, how I was doing

And I lied, straight to your face

There is nothing wrong with

wearing ribbons in your hair and

twirling in your plaid uniform skirt and

dressing like a tomboy sometimes and

refusing to let anyone tell you not to

wear your heart on your sleeve;

I recently read a book in verse.

I read it for the millionth time,

and it hits hard every single time. 

And it didn't make me think too hard

at first.

it didn't make me sad, 

It's a tree,

A plain old Apple tree,

So why does it mean so much to me?

The apples aren't normal, 

They're mostly rotten,

But the tree,

That apple tree,

It brings me peace,

Shade, 

Scene One

(Stage)

(Dr. Snowday sits in her chair, wrapping tape around her wrists.)

Dr. Snowday: Actors and Techie, start the show!