wph

wph

VT

16 years old

Posts

  • Poetry

    By wph

    Pre-Cambria

    All the little animals swam up to feel the air that day.

    They danced in the water like they never had before.

    I know they did.

     

  • Poetry

    By wph

    Night Machine

    Downstairs in the kitchen

    Stars are great wheels in a machine sky.

    Heaven is above in the metal dome.

     

    You pour yourself a cup of Water.

  • Poetry

    By wph

    My Head Cold

    My head cold waits at my bedroom windowsill 

    Tells me: 

    ‘No, you can’t do your homework. Lie back down and quit thinking so much.’ 

    Tells me: 

  • Poetry

    By wph

    The Rafters

    Remember the old A-shaped house?

    The one with the castle downstairs

    And the spell around it?

     

    It's empty now.

    Did you know that?

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,