Dec 19

Winter mornings

Move slowly
And find your footsteps crunching in the snow
Whisper to the wind 
Who you love
Finding the hemlocks
Bending to embrace you
Winter woes 
Are buried deepest
But will we ever find anything else?
The world so never-ending
Has me dizzy

 
Dec 16

The Fog

The perfume bottles on my dresser
Are waiting for me to spill them
And my pink Converse
The ones with hearts drawn on the soles
Are anticipating the next time I trip over my own feet
Things are interesting here in the fog
Dreamy
But somehow
I still feel the blood pumping through my body each minute
As it rains today
I’m choosing to believe 
That I’ll be washed away at some point
And fall asleep on the forest floor
Until trees curl around me
And pull me into their tangle of roots
So I’ll vanish
And maybe that will be easier

 
Nov 11

Recently


The moon leaves freckles on my wall at night
And the photos from last summer are slowly fading 
Their edges turning golden
A candle I lit once has turned my room into a bath of peppermint
And I’m okay with it
The wind is raw in the mornings
So I wear mittens and a scarf
I still shiver
But at least it feels like I’ve tried
School is endless, though seems to be over in the blink of an eye
It’s quiet in the afternoons
And I find myself falling asleep before it’s even dark
I wake to trudge downstairs for dinner 
And then float my way back to my warm bed
Where I will forget everything I learned in biology class
And awake the next morning to the same silence as today
 
Nov 07

Before

Four girls dancing through the forest
Choosing to ignore the darkening clouds
They are beautiful and naive
Soon to find the death and darkness
They smile
And walk on
 
Oct 08

slow days

Sep 21

a girl

Oh, a girl can be beautiful!
A girl can be witty and wonderful
With delicate hands
And a face of gold
But the world
Oh, the world
Will tell her she is terrible
They will tear her apart
And she will sew herself back together
Eventually
But the scars will still be there
 
Sep 15

School Days


Stop and smell the concrete
Those new sneakers
Her new jeans
Our bad spelling 
All too much for the cinderblock
The dark eyes of hungry men
Gobbling girls necks
Dripping blood on
green dresses
Smile for the yearbook
Forget yourself
Or be forgotten
Aug 10

What the moon told me

Jul 06

My box of broken thoughts

far on the left of my bookcase
below Jane and Agatha
sits an old clementine box
filled with scraps of paper and sticky notes,
the place where my thoughts go
to be forgotten

sometimes though,
when I feel a breeze
through my window
on a summer night
I'll take the crumpled up pages
from my box
and read 
each lavender scented sheet
until the girl
who I'd hidden away so carefully
drifts through my wall
and I find myself telling her
all that has happened
since she left
May 12

teenage forgetfulness

my toenail polish is chipping
and so are my memories
I dont remember a time I was free
or a time when I didn't have to tell myself
that tomorrow would be better
I see 4th of july fireworks
when I remeber that you
still exist
and that the sun will crash into the earth
someday


 

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