I am

baked in Vermont summers,
the days faded 
and blurred into 
one big sunny mess

sprinkled with happy memories,
bare feet on the roof
watching the moon rise
and blowing bubbles from the porch 
letting them float into the sky 

cooled in the ocean,
diving down into the salty water
letting it sting my eyes
for its better than feeling nothing
in the quiet depths of ones mind

and frosted
with hope
laced with dreams
and covered in stupidly brilliant ideas.




 

Inkpaw

VT

18 years old

More by Inkpaw

  • The Boxes In The Corner

    Looming over your shoulders

    Each stack higher than its former

    Every thought and every scrap

    Of an idea too scared to ponder

     

    Every moment that hurt

    Each minute that lingered longer

  • Inadequacy


    How do I push the words out
    From behind my taffy tongue 
    Thick with salty tears 
    And full of grubby thumb 


    I’m a child 
    Pretending that I’m numb 
    To escape the overwhelming feelings 

  • Paper Frogs

    Why

    When feet fall soft but quick 

    Does the hallway extend

    And the hot breath of whoever’s behind me feel hotter 

    Why do I stay pressed to the wall 

    Like a stubborn gruby sticker