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)

Jan 14

Blackberry pie

Jan 12

The Surprise Rose

There's a flower shop in burlington that I drove past everyday last summer

On the sign outside they are always offering a free rose if you have a certain name

One day it was Carol, the next it was Daisy, and the next it was Jim

I wonder if people with those names ever go in to get their rose

If I saw my name I'm not sure if I would go in

I guess it's the idea of someone else getting a rose when I pass the sign

That makes me happy

But today a boy gave me a wooden rose and it reminded me of that shop

It made me wish I had gone in last summer

And said my name was Carol or Daisy or Jim

Just to get a rose

And to feel like someone knew I existed

But I like my wooden rose

So maybe I’ll just wait until the day I see my name on the sign
Jan 07

leaving childhood

pressing down on my eyes
I see new shoes
and toystores
the blinding colors of childhood
slowly disappearing

grown out nails
and unwashed hair
covered by perfume
that makes you sparkle
and a smile full of hidden teeth

screams of what is right and what is wrong
will not leave my head
because I am chained to them
chained to whatever the hell
I'm doing with my life
Nov 30

when the teacher sings

Nov 16

Forget Me Please

When I leave, forget me please
I’d much rather be forgotten 
than have my name said with a frown
Put a few flowers by my grave and walk away please
Tears are just too sad
I’ll hope you dance and jump and sing
Because my life was good enough
And you’ll have all of yours ahead of you
If you have to think of me
At least do it with a laugh
At the strange old life of you and I
Make sure there's cookies
And lemonade
At my silly old funeral
I know you’ll have that stranger urge to laugh
I hope you do
And everyone looks at you
And laughs as well
Life is entirely too empty of strange laughs