Poetry

  • cliché

    i hate being cliché

    i really do,

    but when it comes to you,

    i never know what else to be.

    staying up until the clock strikes 11 past 11,

    just so i can ask for that simple thing

    love

     

  • monster

    i hear his whisper daily,

    "everything must be perfect..."

    "hush!" i scream, but to no avail

    "text again, they didn't see it"

    i obey everything he says as if my life depends on it

    every number must be a 5 or 0

  • That Ride

    I fell asleep,

    in your lap,

    my head on your leg,

    It wasn't one those deep sleeps,

    It was the kind when you still hear and feel everything but you are indeed,

    asleep.

     

  • fermata

    I sob for

    something I think I

    hate, but cry "no no no"

    when asked if I

    want to quit.

    Because I just can't.

    There is no

    possible way

    that I could quit.

  • Rainy soap operas

    It starts with the smell

    faint tints of gasoline

    soggy leaves and damp surfaces

    the air moist and wet as the sky prepares its dramatic soap opera.

     

    The opening scene begins

    a drop here and there

  • side character

    Unimportant

    often forgotten

    most times ignored in large groups

    provides assistance

    side character

    never the main character

    never given a chance to be the main focus

    if at least for an hour

  • The Greatest

    The Real "Greatest of all Time"

     

    A year ago, if you had asked me,

    "Who is the greatest of all time?" 

    I would've claimed it was a soccer player or a surfer.

  • 11:29 pm

    lying down on the rocky ground of western Colorado

    and looking up at what the vast darkness of the unknown has granted us tonight

    an ache fills my lungs as my eyes take in the beauty of the millions of lights dotting the sky