Poetry

When you're scared you stop doing things you love

because you don't know what's next

and I've been thinking so far ahead

getting so competitive

I forgot what it's all about

At rehearsal,

I am not me,

I am Hortensia,

I am a classmate of Matilda,

I sit in the front row of the class,

I yell at the Trunchbull,

She yells at me,

I can spell 'revolting',

R-E-V-O-L-T-I-N-G.

Sailing

What a peaceful yet tricky concept

But when the wind is blowing just right

And guiding you to wherever you will go next

So gently you don't even have to think about it

Once upon a time,

there was a cabin.

It was not big,

it was not grand,

but it was ours.

Our great-grandparents built it so many years ago,

they wanted a cabin that would be passed down for generations.

When your Ex-Bff asks,

Are you okay?

You know you look like tears are about to stream down your face,

I was sitting alone at a table,

I can hear people muttering about me,

But I don't care, 

He's just a guy,

So why does he matter to me?

Well, 

I should,

I guess,

I mean,

He's been my best friend for years,

almost 4,

but,

I found out he's moving,

to a different school,

I lay in the grass,

Staring into the big blue sky,

And wonder,

Why is the sky blue?

Why is the grass green?

I'm in my classes,

Listening to the teacher,

Wondering,

Grades are tanking

hope is failing

I am a pile of busywork and small talk

a job I need to pay for my dream

a dream I've given up on

it's safer to give up than to pursue

pursuing hurts more than it's worth

"Dear Gretchen (ctrl c, ctrl v) 

Thank you for applying to [college]. 

Why do you make me feel safe,

Just to turn your back?

Why do you act like you’re a friend,

Just to terrorize the rest?

I want to save you from your fears,

the jester wore a mask
bright reds blues and yellow
to remind those who were sad
of happiness and delight
he never stopped laughing
afraid if he did there would be no jester anymore
the jester and the princess

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.