Eyes like liquid glass Ruby lips curled skyward Skin on fire Molding and making herself Into something new. A candle with too much oxygen Burning brightly Until there is nothing but ashes. Grey cold ashes But then the fiery phoenix.
I will never be in the army. I could never die for my country. I would step away from the bullets streaming toward our politicians. I don't believe in war. I know that it exists, but I refuse to support it. Wars are nothing but a waste of time and energy and people Valuable people dead Awash in their own blood. Imagine having to tell families that their sons and daughters won't ever come home. Today, my generation doesn't believe in their country. Sure, I love America but I'm growing up with hate speech ringing in my ears And pessimistic newscasts of death. We're learning a twisted definition of democracy One with maybes and occasionallies And a whole lot of spilled blood. Let me be clear though I am grateful for members of our armed forces for keeping us safe But I only wish that we didn't need to be protected from anything.
I am bleeding words That have been trapped up inside of me Stuck in the darkness Of pulsing red veins cycling through my heart. My blood is full of black ink Mixed together in a puddle of misunderstanding That would take a million years to puzzle out. Slit me open and you'll find letters Tumbling through space and time In a thousand different languages. My words hurt you don't they? They hurt you because they tell you the truth of what you've done They hurt you like your blades hurt me. Truth hurts But only to those who've forgotten how to tell it.
We are all alone. We all fight the tides of loneliness But are swept away by the roaring ocean. Our hair is full of salty waves And our screams are smotherd Before they matter And we feel all alone Awash in a sea of sadness.
I'm here and I know you are too Reach your hands out and let your fingers close around mine Bring me to you And the riptide will carry us to shore.
Sometimes I just stare at the sky And wonder what’s out there. Humans are enclosed in a small bubble we call the atmosphere But outside of it is a great expanse of space waiting to be explored To be mapped To be found. Somewhere there is someone else Lying on their back in cool grass Staring up at their sky And knowing that there is someone else But never quite putting their finger on it. Personally, I think scientists are going in the wrong direction with their theories. Maybe they don’t want to be found. But I know the sky has stories and I want to figure them out.
I feel at home when I am lying in bed The clack clack of computer keys tripping above me. The wind blows softly over my wooden roof And muffles my step-dad and mom's quiet voices. My best friend and I had just FaceTimed each other an hour ago And talked about all sorts of random things While texting each other funny GIFs because we love to laugh out loud. I feel so content because clearly I am loved And happiness is possible. My soul feels at home in my body. I wish that everyone could find a place like this.
Stained chapstick lips Against Brilliant blue skies Moving Without sound. Crystal clear eyes filling with tears Eyelashes wet Mouth screaming words That nobody hears. The crowds creep in Harsh and unforgiving, Their ears clogged by life. Bright blue jeans in a cloud of black and white Slender hands pleading Listen Listen To the unsilenced voices. Then the last words fall into The echoing noise of silence. The last period Compressing lungs As those lovely lips struggle for breath.
Then slowly Someone begins to clap. And those iridesent irises clear Because someone bothered to listen.
(I read Bekkah.FIR's post about graduating and had my own mini crisis. :) ) A little bit of cookie crumbs A small bite of kindness The falling snow whispering past my ears A small glass of milk in my slender hands. In four months I graduate middle school In four years and four months I graduate high school I'm getting older. Fast. But at least I'll always have half a cookie to come home to And a warm bed And a cozy bed.