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drowning
the cool water laps over my arms, my legs
spills into my eyes
the sun is shining just above the surface in its brilliant radiance
but i'm underneath, waves tugging me away
and i almost forget i'm drowing -
the millionth untitled poem
You say I used to live in another world, one you don't know about
but really
all I am is who I am when I'm with you.
I'll give you my heart, my mind, my soul, the words coursing through my veins -
In Another Life
I stare at your beautiful face,
at your wide smile underneath freckled cheeks,
at your unknowing blue eyes, filled with glimering stars,
hear the way your laugh sounds as it bounces through the hall, -
Like the Movies
I wish missing you was like the movies
that I could fall delicately to the floor in a wave of white lace and tears
let the mascara run, but only for a moment
and then wipe it away, my cheeks the color of rose petals -
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Age 14
Her brown eyes are wide, hidden under glasses
She's creative, she's intelligent, she knows what she believes and she's
ready to fight for it, -
Ghost Girl
I chase after her shadow,
hunt her down, try to find her once again,
but once I do, I walk right through her transparency.
I see her in dreams, her wide smile, her freckles
Loves
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summery/autumnal
summer's like / skips on a record player, pink and beat up by two moving vans and two generations of children who danced to the Bee Gees on / rugs that aren't there anymore / i have successfully wasted three mon
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A Senseless Sonnet
poison berries, so simple yet seductive,
Brambles beckoning like a throne beckons to
a Crown —sinking its thorns deep as if they grew
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To Georgia, On Leaving
you traded for freedom with fireflies,
gave up bug lights for city ones.you miss me like you miss fireflies;
a necessary surrender for your future. -
Josh—a bottle of wine
There is a sort of gentleness; a sort of beauty in the empty bottle of wine sitting on my dresser amongst more innocent things
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Sew Me A Quilt?
I want your freckled cheeks and blond eyelashes
and I want your flying hair
and I want your careful words that start tumbling fast,
woven together,
please
so I can wrap myself up
and remind myself of happy.
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Memories and solid things
If I could weave the memories of you in a giant blanket
The night sky would appear
Or maybe the streets of that one city in Central America
The unspoken words caught in a language barrier