Poetry

  • Write

    Dearest,

    I don't know how to tell you this because

    I know it's not the same -

    words don't flow from everyone like they do for me

    but I want this so

    write?

    Write for me?

  • I'm not ready

    Confetti rains down  as flying squirrels fill the screen

    You read your acceptance letter and I'm filmed with overwhelming happiness

     

    But I'm not ready

     

  • I'm back

    Welcome back,

    ladies and gents,

    to your favorite show -

    me!

    A walking catastrophe with lots to say

    lots of opinions

    lots of feeling

    I'm a very, very messy human being

  • Underwater

    I wish I was underwater, my thoughts drowned out by silence.

    The world above me muted.

    The water cooling my skin.

    Surrounded by that velvety liquid we call water.

    That miracle.

    Oh, how I wish I were underwater.

  • Regardless

    Walking in circles of sunset light

    cones in hand

    three kids

    on the brink of adulthood

    I don't know about you but I don't know what I'm doing with my life

    and what if I'm not there?

    Good enough?

  • Revolutionary

    Dear Mr. Shabazz— 

    I knew you were going to be my hero 
    The moment my APUSH teacher scoffed at you 
    And dismissed you as "violent." 

    That's how I knew you were important. 

  • infinite

    here i am,

    foolishly trying to describe

    the feeling of sitting up

    high in an oak

    and writing poetry.

     

    here i am,

    watching the sunset

    above long green grass

    and typing into an ugly

  • duct tape

    I'm sorry

    Sorry that I keep getting stuck in that well;

    Sorry for always relying on your rope;

    Sorry for putting all my guts on display;

    Sorry for influencing you to decide like me;