Writing

Man at desk with black birds
["Asgardian Seagulls," digital art by cedar, YWP]
  • It Gets Better

    Sometimes
    I wake up
    And I just can’t
    I can’t get up
    I can’t go to school
    I can’t go get my meds
    Why?
    Because sometimes
    It’s too much
    Accepting this world
    Is just too much
    And I just can’t
    Make myself

  • If we do this

    "You realize

    If we do this

    It's like going back in time,"

    I tell you,

    I tell you,

    Over and over and over.

    You don't listen.

    You've never listened.

  • Longing

    It’s a ball of knotted string

    Stuck under my ribcage.

    Whenever I start to untangle it,

    I break a sweat & forget

    Why I even tried. 

  • The Memories of Music

    I won’t even attempt to write a poem about music- poems aren’t me. I’ve never been good at writing them. But a block of text doesn’t look as pretty. It really just looks like a rant. And I guess, that’s what it is.

  • Stuck

    I look at him.

    He looks at me.

    We're both holding back laughter.

    The elevator doors won't open,

    And worse than that,

    We're stuck in here

    With a lot of other

    Random

    People

    Who we don't know!