Posts
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A thousand lifetimes
You offered me your hand
And I wonder
I wonder if there could ever be a time
A dimension
Where I wouldn't take it
A thousand lifetimes
A thousand universes
A thousand twisted tales
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Friendship
To me
Friendship has always been
A big crazy group
Of strong personalities
Mixing and mashing
Some good, some bad
Whirlwind
Drawing people in -
That's what I do,
I draw people in.
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Fire
I'll knit you all
Us all
Closer together
So close and so tangled
You're lost in it
In the whispers in your ear
And I'll slip out like a snake
Weaving away from my destruction so I can play in the ashes
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The world has turned preppy
The world has turned preppy
And I can feel it when I turn on the radio.
Artists I don't like
Because I can't relate to them
Can't relate to the stupid way they flirt
How obsessed they are with themselves
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The sun
I've been called the sun.
The idea is, the sun of the solar system.
The one my friends revolve around.
I did not give myself this title, nor do I want it.
I do not want to be the sun.
Maybe
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Every time
Every time
I give and give and give
Ask you questions
Advice
Support you
Every single time
Even when I should know better by now
And you pretty much ignore me and just rant to yourself
Loves
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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
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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
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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.
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'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?
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Keep going
It's hard being back
no, it's worse than hard
impossible
to be around them
to be surrounded by people who hate you for finding yourself
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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.