wph

wph

VT

17 years old

Posts

  • 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 

  • Poetry

    By wph

    Snapple

    There’s a Snapple on the general store roof.

    There’s been one there for quite a while. About three years.

    Must be nasty by now.

     

  • Poetry

    By wph

    And the Message Said

    I got a very old text message today. 

    I remember when it was sent many yesterdays past. 

    It dropped down from the top of my screen in a little box, 

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