star

star

NH

15 years old

Posts

  • Stained-glass girl

    you should be an image in stained-glass windows

    the same ones you trace with your eyes every sunday

    while hymns echo in your ears, words

    you've known so long you forget the meaning. 

    or you belong in a portrait

  • Lavender and Gardenias

    Her room smelled of lavender and gardenias

    As we lay under silky rays of sun

    And danced around the truth in long, snaking sentences,

    Words falling over one another until they

    Became nothing, only syllables

  • nevermind, then.

    and the pale pink is fading from the morning sky

    the same way the words from the song i sang about you

    under my misty-cold breath

    died on my lips. i wonder if i would've waited forever,

  • Essay

    By star

    summers before

    I haven’t been to upstate New York since I was ten years old and we drove away from our house there without looking back.

  • I hate the sunset tonight

    Why won't the sky explode in a burst of orange-yellow-red radiance, turning each moment golden? Or fade into lavender laced with blue and whisper-pink, the world muffled and soft around the edges?

Loves

  • A Yellow Violet

    Her name was Violet, 

    but she always wore yellow. 

    I spied her from across the room as I hesitated in the sun-framed doorway, and she was beautiful. 

  • It Begins

    It begins —

    This thing call Spring —

    With sunshine and birdsong

    Slowly infused into everything.

    It begins with

    Deep brown rivers gauged in viscous dirt roads,

    As the frozen ground thaws and overflows.

  • morning but not really

    it’s 2am and i’m still lying awake

    with thoughts in one hand and feelings in the other.

    how can i go to sleep with a head full of stars

    and my face running away

    up into the sky

    looking for the moon?

  • Nothing anymore

    For years when I would look at your face, I saw my future, my life, my whole world in your eyes, but today I for once just saw your face. The same lips that I had once longed to kiss, the same eyes that I would get lost in, yet I felt nothing.