Poetry

Headphones on, world off.

Turn up the sound 

to drown out

the deluge of my worries,

let the rhythm burn

my ears, ignore

the sting, because my

cheap blue headphones 

this happens too often:

attachment to that one friend;

a text—a hey—oh look,

i'm crying again.

you read it but you don't respond,

you play your games instead;

A site I was hesitant to join at first,
A place where people share their opinions, emotions,
And little pieces of their mind.

Yesterday

you looked in the mirror

said to yourself,

ugh

I look ugly

she's so ugly

ew

last week

you saw your reflection in the window

In biology,

we learn that there are so many tiny things

in the interior of our cells

nucleus/cytoplasm/mitochondria/ribosomes/golgi apparatus

floating.

My interior,

it holds my feelings

It's two weeks until Christmas

but it sure doesn't feel like it.

The air isn't filled

with the same spirit,

December joys are the

last thing on my mind.

My romanticized holiday season

Hands drawn to your eyes

Sobs wrenching themselves from your throat

Guttural noises that sound as if they clawed their way from your lungs

No. I don't want to love you.

I don't want to play songs that sound like you

until they become my whole head, I don't want

to write a poem 

if you ever call me laughing and cold

I know its not a competition,

but it always feels like I'm losing to you

Whenever I do something

You always have to do it too...

I'm losing to a game that I never signed up for,

Small child, big Sandbox

The bench tied to the big dog

Big kids digging a hole to China

Little cousins drinking from the sprinkler

I feel at peace when I’m out in nature. 

The soft wind blowing in my hair,

The sounds of birds talking to each other.

It is all amazing.

I walk home wearing twin braids with bows

and a big smile because I'm wishing for snow.

Snow like a blanket, thick and white,

I want it to fall all through the night -

to cover the roads and the trees and the hills,