wph

wph

VT

16 years old

Posts

  • 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. 

     

  • Poetry

    By wph

    Frantic Class

    Tik Tik Tik Tik:

    never stopping angry quiet 

    Tok Tok Tok Tok:

    ink on paper nonsense words

    Tik Tik Tik Tik:

    lips are moving saying nothing

  • Poetry

    By wph

    Teenagers

    We lie in bed  with our arms around ourselves, 

    cradling the mangled bodies of children

     who had the stars squeezed out of their eyes so that, still shining, they fell 

Loves

  • 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

  • Where I’m From

    I am from coffee beans,  

    from bitter brews and cracked porcelain mugs.  

    I am from the steamed soy eggs,  

    the scent that clings to mornings  

    like an old, Chinese dwelling.

  • second snow

    this isn't the first snow - it isn't

    the one we spent at the bus stop together, sharing 

    hand warmers and wishes for the bus to come,

    which, eventually, it did

    melting the frosty road beneath it