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Circle under the sky
We all sat in a circle under the sky
on a cool July night
in our own little corner of the world
where everything was perfect,
or at least good, at least peaceful
without war, without hate -
seven
I like so many songs that it's almost impossible to choose a favorite, but I do love "Seven" by Taylor Swift. -
Rainy days & white Christmases
I guess the sky likes to cry a lot
these days.
It tears apart the clouds
and pours itself onto the weathered ground
screaming its woes
while people on the Earth
wish for snow.
But it won't come, will it? -
Early Mornings
Winter comes,
the first snow unleashes itself onto the ground,
and when I wake up early every morning,
the world feels dreamy,
like an old movie,
a haze of black and white,
blocking everything else out -
Metamorphosis
Maybe it was the wind whipping my hair every which way,
maybe it was the way ice cream tasted on a hot summer evening,
maybe it was just the delirium of lying there on that cool leaf-covered ground,
but in hindsight, I knew it was you. -
Fiona the Second
Sometimes I wonder if she even remembers me.
Loves
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amnesia
wrap your laced-up fingers around my throat like you don’t want to breathe,
hold my pupils in your palms. do you want to smile?
amnesia. the brain doesn’t like the watercolour poem of my skeletal frame,
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Dinner With You
I only ever came here for the fortune cookies
I don't know if you can tell
when I stare at the menu
under shiny plastic with a red rim
when I glance
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middle school chorus concert
we stood on stage in black & white eyes tired but we sang til tomorrow anyways // they caught our eyes as it ended raised their hands to clap but i turned quick away convinced our performance wasn't worth more than // the quiet glint of confid
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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,
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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
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Life Plans, In The Style of Fredrik Backman
Rori Acher is eighteen years old and dying. Any licensed medical professional would pronounce her perfectly healthy. But there are many ways to be dying that are not physical.