Poetry

  • To Wish.

    Do I know the subtle, the shallow things in life? 

     

    Or is it merely my destiny forever to be seeking 

    That which is not ours to see?

     

  • What Will It Take?

    At parties I sit quiet and calculate my words

    I avoid the eyes of guys and stare at my phone. 

    After all that hiding, 

    dissatisfaction feels like heartburn, 

  • fading freedom

    Protest after protest,

    chant after chant. 

    I watch and listen

    as people continuously fight for their rights.

    But the fighting should’ve been over

    on July 4th, 1776

    when it was declared that

  • Learn to Fall

    I get it, you have it worse,

    I get it, you're in pain,

    I get it, I don't matter,

    Not to you, anyway.

    So when you call my name,

    I shall fast come running,

    Leave myself behind,

    Even as I'm losing time.

  • Poetry

    By Rae

    Daybreak

    I’m afraid of the dark

    And the art

    I haven’t made

    The places not stayed

    And the overstayed welcomes I

    Know not to inhale the stratosphere keep

    Both feet on the ground

    And look straight ahead

  • blood, white, and blue

    It's 12:34 AM on July 5th, 2025 and I still see fireworks going off in the sky.

    I hear the booms, the bangs, the commotion of endless fireworks

    going on for hours

    still raging

    on a brand new day.

  • fireworks in the field

    "listen close,"

    you spoke as we lay sprawled out on the grass.

    the festival's lights were bright.

    the first firework of the night shot up.

    "what comes first,"

    "the boom or the light?"

  • 249th

    blow out your candles. 

    make a wish.

    hold up a protest sign.

    tonight the fireworks spell R E S I S T.

    your hair's in pigtails braided red blue and white.

  • Fourth of July?

    This year I didn’t lay out an outfit for the fourth,

    This year I wore all blue

    I didn’t want to represent the other side,

    Not today.

     

    This year we didn’t go to the parade