On a scale
I look in the mirror
Like any girl my age
But I'm repulsed in horror
At what is on stage
I look at those numbers
Wait for them to go down again
114, 113, 112
I look in the mirror
Like any girl my age
But I'm repulsed in horror
At what is on stage
I look at those numbers
Wait for them to go down again
114, 113, 112
Formerly titled "An Ode to A Wasteland"
Winter. A time of year we all know well.
A time of year when we hear the ringing of every bell.
A time of year when adults laugh and children play,
A time of year that lasts many a day.
solar-soft night because i stayed up whispering non-existent melodies to the dreaming clouds,
pierced the veil of daybreak with needle-sharp notes-
The attic always talks almost like it walks,
The sound echoes over and over always getting bolder
The attic's always right, time to think twice, for when you do you feel blue
BE YOURSELF
BE HAPPY
BE SMART
BE KIND
YOU ARE ENOUGH
ALWAYS REMEMBER
HAPPINESS IS KEY,
TO A PERFECT LIFE
FOR YOU AND ME
BE HAPPY
BE KIND
Most likely to
Trip
While sitting down
Most likely to
Speak
Without making a sound
Most likely to
Laugh
So nobody cries
Winter so cold
It reminds me of the world
The snow falls
Snow covering the walls
The flakes look so calm
As they fall on your palm
As cool as they look
I think I'd rather read a book
berry bear
or red fox
glowing in the always night-
always like a charm
always like a home
glowing berry skins
nail polish flakes
acid on the tongue of a
black bear
or red fox
I write to relate,
and to speak my truth.
I write to prove I know pain,
and to see that others do too.
I write to be heard.
When the world becomes a deaf frustration,
I'm most likely to spend all night reading
and then regret it the next day.
I'm the most likely to bring cookies for my friends
just to be the only one who likes them.
I've never felt second best,
Being a twin, you get asked a lot of questions:
"Who's older?"
"Who's smarter?"
"Who's the favorite?"