wph

wph

VT

16 years old

Posts

  • Poetry

    By wph

    Wristwatches

    All along the ticking surface

    All the sand along the edge

    All deep down in long dry throats:

    Fingers press.

    Hands Press.

     

    All from loose and baggy skin

    Round half-lucid teary minds

  • Poetry

    By wph

    Steps

    1. Wake up later than you need to, earlier than you want to and happier than you deserve to.

      2) Take a shower. Look at your big little body in the mirror before you get in. 

  • Poetry

    By wph

    2/15/Forever

    Someday there’ll be holes in these walls

    Where pictures of you once hung from thumbtacks 

    And the little squares of wall they used to take up 

    Will crumble and rot.

  • False Superman

    We built a superman. 

    In our heads, we built a superman. 

    Clipped by a speeding bullet, 

    So that false blood, stolen blood, blood that was here first 

  • Poetry

    By wph

    The Basement Light

    Last night, I left the basement light on.

    The stairs creaked and my paper-thin pajamas

    rustled as the sickly little bulb pulled me close.

     

  • Poetry

    By wph

    The hangout

    That house, worn down by sun and salt rain, was doomed. In a few years,

    it would be a hollow replacement, gone from our stale grown-up brains. 

     

Loves

  • sunday nights

    sunday nights are my own.

    old music in the corners of my mind

    pen scratches on paper, ten thousand poems

    two hundred and seventy-two

    little golden lights, 4 walls

    that mirror my soul.

  • Wet Thread

    You assembled me with great care and patience like a ship in a bottle. You made me a fine coat with matching pants with pockets like yours. The only difference was that I was not in mine.

  • braking for leaves

    in the beam of headlights

    a flash of motion darts across dark asphalt.

    brakes slam,

    a breath catches in the throat. 

    and the stillness of a stopped car 

  • Shattering

    Will we ever stop

    Forming gaps for young children to fall through,

    Teetering on the edge–          –swinging their legs. 

     

  • Pluto

    She wished that space would talk to her,

    And whispered to the moon,

    About the days that haunted her,

    And those that would come soon.

    She wanted to apologize,

    For wishing on the stars,

  • How to drown

    I learned to swim

    When I was young

    I learned

    Freestyle

    Breastroke

    And butterfly

    Now here I am

    Years later

    And all I know

    Is how to sink

    How to drown

    How to go deeper