QueenBee

QueenBee

VT

14 years old

Posts

  • Careful

    And it feels the same

    But in the worst way possible

    And I hate this 

    More than I hated last year

    At least last year

    I cared

    What I wouldn't give to care now

  • Back

    And it's all back

    Full-fledged

    Only it's... worse?

    It's harder?

    And I am completely "fine"

    And "enjoying myself"

    And "fitting in".

    I take the homework home

    And complete it within half an hour.

  • Pavement

    I want to cross the street and have cars catapult around me

    Mass destruction like wouldn't you know it

    I want my steps to echo the pavement

    And for the world to swerve around me

    But I walk and nothing happens

  • Pet store

    I am such a horrible awful jerk

    I refuse pets

    I refuse animals

    Because I refuse to get another

    Because that feels like replacing her

    And so I won't do it

    But there are all these animals out there

  • Labor Day

    Have a great Labor Day weekend, everybody!

    What if it's not labor

    What if I want to anyway

    What if that was why I got out of bed every painful stupid day after the other

  • Fall

    Fall is here and I fight nostalgia with every step

    I am falling into the colored leaves like a child with crayons filled them in

    The slightest cool breeze knocks me over

    I love this time of year

Loves

  • obsessed

    i get

    obsessed

    with little things

    movies

    singers

    people

    anything

    for two to six months

    i cant

    think

    about

    anything 

    else

    like being tangled

  • Please, don’t.

    Don’t. 

    Don’t you know? 

    Don’t you know what I mean? 

    Don’t you know what I mean when I say 

    something isn’t right something isn’t right something isn’t right 

  • If

    I — 

    I could. 

    I could, love. 

    I could love you. 

    I could love you if… 


    I — 

    I wanted. 

    I wanted to. 

    I wanted to, love. 

  • 'I am' Poem

    When my teachers want to celebrate diversity they try to get us to write 'I am' and 'Where I'm From' poems. This is not something I oppose, but something is lost in the prompting. For them I write the easy apple cider explanations. For you?