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Alone, but not lonely
I'm alone here,
And I can feel it -
In the silence that fills the table
In the void of few words
Separated, closed off
Away from everyone else.
Around me,
Tables talk.
I hear Uno and chess
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The End
The thrum,
The pulse,
The ever-increasing
All-consuming
Tick-tock
Tick-tock
Tick-tock
Counting down
The end.
The
End.
We all know it.
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To be a teen
To be a teen
Is to lose your sense of self
Completely.
What is right?
What is wrong?
What is cool?
Why do some feel so drawn to popularity
While others are repulsed by it?
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Little Musicians
The beginners of the beat,
Just learning the ropes,
Figuring out their instruments -
They come in,
Wide-eyed,
And regard the older kids
With awe.
I love to be looked at this way
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Anything, Everything
I write a lot of stuff
About my friends.
I write a lot of stuff
About anything,
Everything,
Under the sun I could
Possibly dream up or
Imagine.
But you?
Somehow
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What if?
What if I never find it?
What if all of this is for nothing?
I've been hurt by caring before.
It's easier not to...but it's been a freedom for me.
I don't want to give that up.
I want to take the next step.
Loves
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One last kiss
Eyes as deep as space,
Looking into them I lose my breath
An undeniable spark buried down
Quickly turns to fireworks, the desires are unbound
Words tumble out of my mouth
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I Fell in Love With a Pigeon
He flew into my life on a Tuesday.
All feathers, no job.
Smelled like breadcrumbs and bad decisions.
He coo’d at me like I was the last French fry in a drive-thru bag.
And I believed him.
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Tired.
I’m tired.
Not “need-a-nap” tired.
Not “school-was-long” tired.
I’m tired in a way that reaches all the way down to my ribs.
I don’t sleep much anymore.
I stay up listening.
Not for music.
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Fire
Wisps of smoke flick through the sky
a quickly fading whisper of what was
of what used to be
but not anymore.
Faintly glowing embers
tokens of the past
they fade away too soon
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the passion of life
i am a dreamer
with plans for something big
something great
i have a purpose
i strive to live for
and passion
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Trio
The original three
the beginning, almost
of our bond.
In my backyard
reading books that we found
weird
gross
too informational
with comic strips