QueenBee

QueenBee

VT

13 years old

Posts

  • Friendship

    Friendship

    Is magic to me.

    The light in your eyes

    The glow in your smile

    The thoughtful pause

    Before you speak.

    Your laugh and your joy

    Your heartache and pain

    How sometimes

    We even talk

  • Why

    Why is it so hard for you

    To admit when you're wrong?

    Why can't you say the two words that

    Mean everything

    To me?

    "I'm sorry".

    Would it really be that hard?

    Couldn't you do it?

    For me?

  • Doubletime

    And then there were two.

    Two hearts, two stories.

    Two lives intertwined.

    Doubletime.

    Two angry auras

    Flushed with the blue of sadness

    And the hue of love, at the edge

    Out of the way

    Out of reach.

  • Sick Day

    For me there is no greater frustration in the world 

    Than being sick. 

    It's a hindrance to your life. 

    It gets in the way. 

    Whether a cold, a fever 

    Strep throat or even COVID 

  • Roses

    It ended with roses.

    I process the funeral in snatches.

    Glimpses, even.

    I see my family spilling out into the cemetery

    Long-lost cousins twice-removed,

    Great granduncles,

Loves

  • We Cannot Be Stopped

    She wrote until her fingers carved groves in the silence and spoiled the blankness before. Then, she turned to each surface left unwrote and sang. The birch trees wept as she tore back the bark to reveal stories beneath. 

  • 11/9/24

    When best friends of old

    become polite passersby

    still give them a smile and let your heart be full

    for theirs are broken too

    and need to be reminded to mend.

  • Four Years

    I'm scared.

    I can't believe we're here

    Again.

    I can't believe this is reality

    Again.

    Four years

    They say.

    It's only four years.

    But it's four years

    Of a living hell for me.

    They laugh

  • Missing You

    Missing someone is a funny thing, so simple a concept yet so complex in its effects.

    For me, missing you is listening to your favorite music because you are not there to play it.

  • anticipation

    i remember my first day of middle school

    i was wearing washed-out jeans and a t-shirt from Target

    my short brown hair was parted to the side