ninestars

On Sunday night, you can find me empty in my full room.

Head cocked, half leaning on the arm of my chair,

Listening to the mechanical birdsong of my alarm clock.

Love is hard, hatred is easy.

How am I supposed to love the girl who pushed me in the hallway because I like reading about dragons? It’s much easier to hate her.

If life is full of the little things

like skating on smooth black ice and laughing with a friend

then I have nothing to look forward to

because there is good in every day.

Fallen trees and burning wake follows thee 

Collaboration breaks to burning hate

If not, malice behind ev’ry decree 

Much grandeur, but collapse remains your fate. 

I am still growing tall

Reaching my shoots 

of knowledge and ideas

of perspective and friendship

high into the sky to roam

with the falcons and eagles

sparrows and finches.

Someday

and—

time
(itsoveritsoveritsoveritsover)
stops.

there

are
tears
in
your
eyes,
mascara
smeared