Futaba

Futaba

VA

13 years old

Posts

  • Not yet.

    No.

    No, no, no, no!

    It can't be December,

    not yet.

    Because just a minute ago, 

    we were going back to school shopping.

    And now we're almost halfway through the year?

    It doesn't make sense.

  • Little Lies

    I thought I was an extrovert- 

    I'm not. 

    I can't talk to somebody unless they approach me first.

     So I don't correct when somebody says something that's wrong, 

  • A professional liar

    Shadows dance on the names we wear, 

    hiding our true feelings deep down in our pockets. 

    Hearing each other's footsteps as you walk downstage, 

    sounds strangely nice. 

  • It'll be okay

    I hate it 

    when people say

     it'll be okay,

     and that they understand.

     But they don't. 

    They don't understand, 

    because they aren't me. 

Loves

  • Poetry

    By LGC

    How

    How do we live 

    Knowing others cannot?

    How do we breathe 

    Knowing our comfort is at the hands of hidden devastation?

    How do we laugh

    when all around us Tears seem to be the only logical response?

  • Fatal Orbit

    She carried around a lip gloss with her, reminiscent of jam and the fruits I used to eat in my youth. It appears darker in the bottle than on her lips, yet she says it is perfect the way it is.

  • We All Bleed

    Blood spills onto our streets too much.

    The streets were once safely kept

    but now they're permanently stained

    with cries, sirens, and death. 

     

    The harrowing cold of the family house,

  • Abyssopelagic

    My life is like a lake,

    All water and round,

    So clear it is a mirror,

    Or rather, a looking glass.

     

    But when you look a little closer,

    Dip your toes beneath the surface,

  • The Red Crayon

    I haven't seen democracy since I was four years old, 

    coloring with crayons outside the lines while a man on screen was coloring the map with too much red that the blue was overpowered.