star

star

NH

15 years old

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  • By star

    i can't look away

    i can't look away, it's impossible
    there are mirrors all around, covering the walls, the floor, the ceiling
    and if i try to turn away, i see you again
    standing there in your clandestine beauty,
  • By star

    They Tell Us

    These are the best years of your lives, they tell us,
    so stop pretending you're truly suffering.
    Chin up, they tell us,
    mask your grimace with your widest smile
    because everthing is fine.
    Stop complaining, they tell us,

  • By star

    YOU

    I watched you talk to her
    waiting for the bus, analyzing your face
    your freckles, dimples, perfect smile,
    you.
    I've been obsessed for a month now,
    my heart launching into overdrive when I see you walk by.
  • By star

    once it was may...now it is not

    Once it was May,
    and flowers bloomed in sidewalk cracks,
    robins flitted through the not-quite-summer air and
    I lay in bed with the windows open and wrote poems as light as butterfly wings.
    I thought I had everything figured out.

  • By star

    I'm sorry, I have a question:

    When did it start?
    Girls being told they were less than boys, that they'd never be anything but wives and mothers,
    that was their role in society, no questions asked

Loves

  • Lilac

    I bring my nose close to 

    the Lilac

    as I smell it's like I'm smelling a universe of

    peaceful trickling streams,

    birds softly singing,

  • In that Field

    It never happened

    that everything was beautiful and nothing hurt

    but if it did it would have been

    lying in the grass

    the kind that surrounds you like the ocean

    and flows like a river

  • velvet ease

    Kiss where ink and flesh align,

    carved to summon touch.

    Skip the space between my lips,

    spewing oaths of love.

    You feed me want— then starve me dry.

    A feast of glances,

  • when the wind remembers

    I am from mythic hues of orange and blues, 

    Where the setting sun greets the gentle waves.

    From solemn mornings and soft bed sheets,

    To boisterous cackles and tire swings,

    I am from the jostling of jewelry—