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Gratitude Rushing to My Heart
I look at myself in the mirror,
Seeing every little detail of myself:
The eyes that have learned to seek creativity,
The mouth that has learned to leak laughter,
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Coils of Code
I trace my fingertips over my skin,
Imagining everything going on within it:
Each little protein being made,
Each cell passing through my bloodstream.
Every strand of DNA is coiled up,
Making me up,
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Numbers
Numbers:
Simple little things,
Tiny scratches on paper,
Spelling out equations,
Formulas to the universe.
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I Open My Eyes
I open my eyes,
Seeing a barely knit community,
Everyone ignoring those who they pass,
Going only to those they relate to,
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The Season Sisters
Autumn hefted the strap of her leather satchel over her and quietly slipped out of her house, drawing in a deep breath. It was her favorite time of year, and not just because her name had the same meaning. The branches were f
Loves
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Where it’s Quiet
Rain patters down on doorsteps
Houses, roofs and windows
Every where it clatters down
Diminishing the rainbows
Houses moan and creek
Groaning with agony
Sidewalks take the pain
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Drowning, Dreaming, Demanding
It feels like drowning in expectations while trying to convince the world I can swim.
I’m always performing.
The pressure is suffocating.
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Girlhood (a list)
Girlhood is texting your crush because it's late at night and you don't know any better.
Girlhood is staring way too hard at the prettiest girl in class.
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Drained.
I’ve always held my creative side dear to me.
Cherishing every spur of creativity,
However I still took this feeling for granted.
When the stress of the word planted–
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Be Bored
I've been thinking recently a lot about my time on screens, and how it seems like I can't escape my phone and other technology.
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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.
I want to sit down and cry a river of tears.