Box of Crayons

The words all squirm together

as I write this short poem 

They do not appear as colors on a page

but a black blob 

They do not represent me 

just words  

like a dictionary

Maybe that is what our friendship was meant to be 

a rainbow faded gray 

the colors of crayons melting away 

something that was meant to stray 

I need to let our friendship decay  

but I refuse to let all the colors of our memories die away 



16 years old

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    I yearn to see this life as a painting.

    I want to see the colors that are mixed in, 

    The colors I have not yet seen,

    The colors that would spiral into blackness,

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    When packing up to go home 

    Don’t forget to pack your memories 

    If you lose them 

    The way that you remembered them is forever gone 

    Keep them safe 
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    I wish I was air 
    Wrapping people in a hug 
    No problems to fear

    I wish I was earth 
    A place to run, jump and play
    with places to stay

    I wish I was fire 
    Warming those who need it most