Poetry

When someone is sick, we say they're on Death's doorstep.

But aren't we always?

People always act like we're so far away from death.

But really we're not.

i’ve seen my friends in so much pain because of a relationship

so i don’t know how i could ever escape the heartbreak

the heartbreak of losing friends again

as im writing poems i fall in love with them

but as soon as i stop it’s all gone

and i feel like im copying someones work

some idea

i have a zombie face

some don’t understand what that is

i consider that it means that my neutral face is grumpy

that i am perpetually angry or upset

First step:

Come up with an idea

something you spiral

circulate around

carve your name and your life into a treble clef

what inspires you?

Second step:

Google note patterns

you are every eyebrow raise

every smile

frown 

and concealed smirk 

you can't help but show 

on your canvas of a face

when observing you

Dear, Venezuela and Greenland,

A couple months ago I wrote

A poem apologizing to Canada,

And saying that they DO NOT

Belong to us.

I’m deeply angered,

Saddened,

And heartbroken

I was never allowed in the basement, 

there was always a lock on the door,

and my parents avoided telling me why.

Great parenting strategy, 

not even making up a lie for me,

The sky wears billowing gowns, layers

Upon layers of silk fluttering

With the breeze, and

She dances in it with ease, never

Tripping or stumbling but

I talked with this third grader on the bus

she asked to see my watch face. 

I showed her and said, 

"this is me and my boyfriend at a concert we played

at the Flynn"

are you still in love?

It really sucks to be a girl

In a man's world

Everything designed

So it is never your time

Everything is rigged so you don’t succeed

The girls,

the little kids on the bus, 

switching seats and grabbing friends and TALKING

loud and jarring

life is joy, to them,

life is play.

I want them to stay there.