QueenBee

QueenBee

VT

14 years old

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  • Next

    I'm nervous

    And I'm scared.

    Meeting new people -

    Not my thing.

    I can be outgoing

    I can be anyone they want me to be

    Anyone who will be liked

    But me

    I will thrive

  • Done here

    And it all

    Meant

    Nothing to you

    Right?

    Did I -

    Was I -

    I'm never wrong

    I'd scream until the sky fell

    And drown in my own fever dream

    But you could never

    Never

  • Camp

    Shattered moments

    Gathering in my mind

    Like when we went blueberry picking

    And gave up on it

    Because there were only a few ripe ones

    And Z taught me that the green ones are actually pretty good 

  • Yeah I know

    What's wrong with you?

    Why can't you take a joke?

    Why don't you ever go anywhere?

    Why don't you talk to anyone anymore?

    Yeah, I know.

  • Summer camp

    Nostalgia

    I love this place

    This camp

    Third year

    With my cousin best friend

    And...it feels like school

    There are people from school

    Which

    Even if I like them

    Makes me tense up

  • I dreamt that

    I

    t o r e

    all the flowers down and

    p u n c h e d

    the waves until they 

    s h a t t e r e d

    like icy glass and I

    c h a s e d

    the grassy road till its end

    s t o m p i n g

Loves

  • If

    I โ€” 

    I could. 

    I could, love. 

    I could love you. 

    I could love you ifโ€ฆ 


    I โ€” 

    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?

  • could we pretend?

    could you just pretend for a second,

    a minute, a moment, an ounce

    of time that you feel the same as i do,

    instead of running out the room

    like Cerberus was on your heels

    and i was death, herself.

     

  • sweet/heart

    you remind me of ๐•”๐•’๐•Ÿ๐••๐•ช decay. in a pop-up cartoon store, flies buzzing around your flushed eyeballs.

    ๐’๐’—๐’†๐’“๐’†๐’™๐‘จ๐‘ฎ๐‘ฎ๐’†๐’“๐‘จ๐’•๐’†๐’… and with hearts still in your eyes. tell me whether it hurt when they loved you.