moonriseee

moonriseee

PA

14 years old

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  • Turning A Page

    Verse 1
    The sun sets slow on this fading day,
    I see your faces, but they feel far away.
    Laughter lingers in the hollow air,
    But something’s shifting like you’re not really there.

  • the hand

    there is a hand squeezing my heart

    tight slow like it knows every part of me

    holding on to the pieces i’m leaving behind

    the empty rooms the silent voices the half spoken goodbyes

    it does not let go

  • Dress

    sometimes the dress feels like a soft breath

    a quiet hope wrapped in fabric

    that touches my skin like a secret i’m afraid to speak aloud

    it’s the way light moves when i twirl

    the way i feel seen without saying a word

  • what’s next

    she walks into the room like a sentence that forgot to whisper

    light brown hair pulled back

    clear glasses catching the light

    tall enough to see past most people

    loud enough not to care if they notice

  • the stage

    the lights hit first

    hot and white and blinding

    a wall of brightness straight into my eyes

    so strong i can’t see their faces

    just outlines

    shadows beyond the edge of the stage

    and somehow

Loves

  • Love

    I love

    Snowy stage band mornings

    Dark and cold

    Blowing in the door with some random trumpet player

    Our conductor's coffee

    Wet I-just-showered hair

    Bedhead, the age-old oops-forgot-my-folder

  • Every time

    Every time

    I give and give and give

    Ask you questions

    Advice

    Support you

    Every single time

    Even when I should know better by now

    And you pretty much ignore me and just rant to yourself

  • Together

    You’re different

    With all of us

    Versus just me.

    You’re different

    With a whole crazy friend group

    Than you are when it’s us chilling in your basement watching Stranger Things 

  • I don't

    I don't

    Open at your words

    Your touch

    I don't

    Listen to

    Anyone anymore.

    I am completely in my head.

    I know we don't have time for this mess.

    I do it anyway.

    I don't

    Pay attention.

  • I want to cry

    I want to cry.

    I want to cry

    But I cannot.

    Graduation

    Graduation

    They're leaving

    It's finally happening and how will I survive

    What if this what if that

    Stress

    Schoolwork

  • Expectations

    There are

    So many things.

    So many things

    So many people

    Want from me.

    Is it too much to ask for a break?

    Am I allowed to

    Have a few seconds to myself or

    Am I just a machine?