GhostSlayer

GhostSlayer

VT

14 years old

Posts

  • Worry

    Sometimes I worry that I will get treated differently because of my differences.

    I know that it probably won't happen in school with teachers

    but you can't stop kids from doing anything 

    not in middle school

  • A River of Tears

    Every day when we stand for the pledge, I feel like a curtain has fallen over me,  

    holding me down. 

    I remember who is president for the next four years. 

    And I want to cry. 

  • Chained

    I am forever chained to technology.

    Everyday I put on technology that will allow me to hear “normally.” 

    I will always have to put something in my ear to hear at human standards.

  • I Wonder

    I wonder every day:

    Do you like me?

    You look at me sometimes.

    I wonder what it could mean.

    I wonder if I feel to you what you feel to me.

  • Crying

    Crying.

    It’s something that all of us have done

    At some point or another.

    Yet it is a sign of weakness!?

    And I say that is false.

    FALSE

    I say that it should be a sign of strength.

    So

Loves

  • Tired.

    I’m tired.

    Not “need-a-nap” tired.

    Not “school-was-long” tired.

    I’m tired in a way that reaches all the way down to my ribs.

    I don’t sleep much anymore.

    I stay up listening.

    Not for music.

  • Sunset

    Walking through the college greens 

    On a warm night


    Some random song stuck in my head

    Playing on repeat once again


    Smelling the new flowers blooming 

    In the garden near my favorite picnic table

  • Playlist

    A ton of songs -

    Over fifty -

    I love them all,

    But fade so quickly.

    My interest dies

    By the tenth repetition,

    And so I move on

    To a cooler mission.

    This beat, this soundtrack

    On a loop.

  • amnesia

    wrap your laced-up fingers around my throat like you don’t want to breathe,

    hold my pupils in your palms. do you want to smile?

    amnesia. the brain doesn’t like the watercolour poem of my skeletal frame,