Posts
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I Won't
Nope
I'm not going back to school.
I'm going to ignore the back-to-school ads
And shopping trips
The packing
The new outfits
The brand-new pencils
I won't do it
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Glimpses
Noise
Warming up
Keys
Fingerings
Chatter
Laughter
The chorale
Stopping
Starting
"Again"
"I know you can do better than that"
Serious but
You also love it
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Cornered
Cornered
I put my hands up
Like you taught me
Only now
You're the one attacking
"Helping" because
You "just want me to feel better"
And I braced for impact
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Distracted and angry
I'm distracted.
Why did I let myself become so reliant
Dependent
So stupid
Ugh I'm so mad.
So mad.
I let myself become distracted by silly things I could want
I let myself want them
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Beauty
Beauty is
Not hiding being a thick mask
A thick layer that is not you.
Beauty is
Not wanting to be someone's doll
Someone's plaything
We are not here for decoration.
Beauty is knowing what you want
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A Study of Patience
Don't force them; don't make fun of them.
Take them places where they feel loved and safe,
and watch them relax.
Don't grab them or get frustrated with them; have patience.
Wait for them to come to you.
Loves
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Stars Sing Louder When I’m with You
Space has no voice,
no light.
The cosmos:
a cathedral
with no choir.
But I hear the galaxies
sing,
a medley of choruses
all at the same time,
with you by
my side.
You shatter -
How did I get here
Who have I been
what kind of a friend am I
who do I really want to be
what do I want
why am I like this
who could I have been
where could I have gone
have known
thought
experienced
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the enduring issue
you.
you're a golden boy
born to shine in the sun,
but cast to the dark of night,
drenched in moonlight.
you change like the times when you see me,
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Hope
We have planted our seeds in soft soil
but then the droughts came
and the soil hardened
cracked
turned on our seeds
and what was once a garden is now a deathbed
shriveled up
seemingly hopeless
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Her
I-
I wish-
I wish I-
I wish I was-
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ode to the girl in my homeroom who only speaks french
she came up behind me one day & tapped me on the shoulder
i spun on my heel, unsteady, a dumb american consistently
ashamed of my language
she pointed at my face and drew a heart in the air with her thumbs