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


Mar 11

When we ran away

Oh, dear reader! Do you remember when we ran away?
When we ran to our loves and they embraced us
And so we packed up our suitcases
With our favorite clothes
And left
To the most beautiful place we thought could exist
And our old thumpity bumpity truck
Drove down little dirt roads
Through pastures and flower fields
And we swore we would never leave

We slept in barns full of fresh cut hay
And spare rooms stacked with handmade quilts
We forgot about life and let the sea breeze carry us
To places that couldn’t possibly exist
In the world we had known before

I remember our great times
When the world feels too much
I think back to your face
And suddenly the world feels a bit more bearable
Mar 03

An empty girl left alone

I’m not tired
But that's the only thing I can say
That makes how I feel acceptable
I can’t say out loud how I feel like I’m melting in my own loneliness
How each word dripping like honey from their beautiful mouths
Is filled with lies
Telling me that there is meaning in the meaningless
I have become a shell of a girl
I have no personality, no emotions
I am left 
Slowly sinking
Going against the rules that every science teacher has etched in my arm
I am empty
But I do not float
Feb 15

hidden depths of strangers

Why is everyone so much deeper than you expect them to be?
Some people are so obviously see through
They will explain every last curve of their body
But the others,
The ones who make barrier after barrier
And refuse to let you see them
Will one day let a secret slip past their lips
And suddenly you can't understand why the world
Is the way it is
Feb 09

a non-love poem

Feb 04

A girl's first patriarchy (assembly required)

I think every teenage girl has experienced the feeling of being uncomfortable around a man or a boy. Being stared at or groped or full on sexually assaulted is pretty common and tends to get overlooked, by being told to carry pepper spray and take a self-defense class. A girl's honorary first fake phone call to a friend to prove to a man that she won't be alone for long, is a right of passage that makes men roll their eyes and say… “ not all guys are like that you know.” Well, try telling that to the 400,000 women who are raped or sexually assaulted each year in the U.S. Tell that to the 235,000 girls under 21 who are kidnapped every year and the 50,000 women and girls who are sold into sex trafficking. This world of horror that we cover up is one that reeks of patriarchal privilege and a government that cares more about a boy's future football career than the girl who he raped.
Jan 27

My escape (that may or may not happen)