QueenBee

QueenBee

VT

13 years old

Posts

  • Who am I?

    Sometimes I think

    Of what my life would be without this

    Without the conductor who changed my life

    Without my duet partner who taught me how to perform

    Without my instrument

    Without the music

  • This summer

    I should be being

    A teenager

    Walking around

    Biking the village with friends

    Creemees

    Candy

    Joking

    Laughing

    Teasing

    Farmers markets

    Confessions

    Crushes

    Running around

  • I wish

    I wish I could be you.

    Running to your room

    Plugging your ears

    Whenever there's a scary part of a movie

    And coming back out in time

    To see the happy ending -

    Closing your eyes

    Covering your face

  • This man

    This man

    With a family who loves him

    But can't help him

    Because he needs to help himself first

    This man

    Drunk on hatred for himself

    For this world

    "Hopeless", they all say

    With their eyes

  • Grateful

    I am grateful.

    Grateful that three no-longer-kids,
    Grown-up,

    Jobs-and-girlfriends-and-college boys

    Are there for me

    Have my back

    Even though we haven’t talked for a while

    Even though we live hours away

Loves

  • Not Fun

    It

    was

    terrifying.

    Nothing more

    nothing less

    it could only be described as that.

    I was shaking, actually

    I don't know why I was so scared of doing this

  • Maybe some day

    Maybe some day

    I will be as good

    as the others.

    Some day

    I will be able

    to look in the mirror

    and feel pride.

    Maybe some day

    I will love myself

    with no strings attached,

  • Poetry

    By wph

    Misfit Kid Summer

    I look at the empty kiddie pool in my backyard

    In the Midwest summer

    My friends used to come to my house

    So they could all get in it,

    But they don’t like to swim much anymore

     

  • Curl Cream

    I have been told

    To put curl cream in my hair

    Upside down, eyes 

    Straining against the ceiling light,

    Curls straining toward the tile floor,

    Bunching.

    I will smell