ninestars

ninestars

MD

15 years old

Posts

Loves

  • Paper World Rips

    Hey, Mr. P,

    I saw a paper airplane 
    and remembered you.
    It's been too long — 
    my paper world rips;
    these hands are painted with cuts.

  • Vertigo

    Body nested in the damp grass, 
    the sky gazes over my skin. 
    Feet pulled by the still stars 
    while the earth keeps racing. 

  • Routine

    Create

    writing

    medium or genre

    poetry

    body

     

    this is my routine;

    come home from school

    open to this the first chance I get

    write.

    Write 

    write 

    write 

  • Questions

    I'm

    confused

    did I do it

    what happened?

    You were melancholy earlier

    what is going on

    what did I miss

    was it me?

     

    You talk in subtle hints

    but what are you hinting at?

  • “Believe Me”

    “You’re beautiful.”

    “I’m not.”

    “I love you.”

    “You don’t.”

    “You live in the stars.”

    “My feet are planted on the earth.”

    “But your eyes are reflecting them.”

    “They’re not.”

    “Believe me.”

  • We (are) the People

    Who are we? 

    Are we men 

    in offices, yes that would still be 

    us. 

     

    But, I think we are also the boy who got a flag from the lady in the parade and waves it because he loves his country