Oct 26

the sky's the limit

Oct 02

relief

Oct 01

~

Sep 24

my people

why aren't you talking to me?!
i could scream 
i just miss you

i do want you in my life!
i love you
i just 
can't 
hold all this up on my own.
if you don't want to help me carry this,
then just tell me!
maybe then I won't
be talking to 
the wall.
see you later then
maybe
why do i even care?
you guys left me homeless 
you guys left me 
without my people
do i have to remake every friend i've made?
but i still love you,
that's why i'm
still trying right now!
stop pretending you still like me
if you don't!
all you're doing is rubbing salt in the wound 
no, 
more like
bleeding heart flowers.
 

Sep 23
poem, rant challenge: Six Words

6

Sep 23

and that was when


And that was when
you laughed and I
laughed too 

and that was when 
we ran down the stairs
all trying to be fastest

and that was when
your smile shone in the glow of the sun
and your hair blew into your face

and that was when

that was when I knew
I loved you, too.



If this gets published anywhere, I DO MY OWN PROOFREADING. YOU MAY DELETE THIS BUT CHANGE NOTHING ELSE. EVERYTHING IN THIS WRITING IS THE WAY IT'S SUPPOSED TO BE.

Sep 15

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red 
orange 
yellow 
hidden behind the penciled lines. 

bright behind the dark, 
imposing 
tough 
lines. 

rounding shapes, 
pointing shapes, 
why do we care? 

they're just different 
and I know 
"we don't like what we don't know"
"in fact it scares us"
so we defend and we hide 
behind our
great 
thick 
lines. 

Apr 16

Big Ideas in a Small Package

The tiny
little
caterpillar
sits in the shadows, 
leaves and branches becoming its haven, 
and listens.
And it hears everything:
the cricket's song,
the woodpecker's sharp tap,
the friends who disagree.
One wants something, 
and the other would give anything not to have it.
And it hears more:
the squirrel washing,
the mouse chewing,
the lovers murmuring little things to each other,
opening up to share a world.
They want each other's hearts, and they know it.
And it hears more:
the cat pouncing,
the owl waking, 
the enemies drawing their swords as the moon rises.
They each want something, and the other has the promise of it.
In the end, it all comes down to Want, doesn't it?
Evil men rise to power
because they want it.
Homes rise and fall 
because it is wanted
by someone, something in the universe.
Zooming in again,

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