Poetry

Her shoulders sag from weary losses

Feet trudge forth with groaning sadness

And so it is when ‘mong the hoaxes

Truth jumps up with jaunty coaxes

I run to the forest, 

The colors remind me

Of the color my eyes aren't. 

Your screams are still in my ears,

They still echo

Against the blank canvas out here. 

To live is to die

To laugh is to know what it feels like to cry

To try is to fail

To have friends is to have enemies as well

The good does not stand alone

But neither does bad

There is no ying without yang

Strangers 

are the closest companions. 

You take a shot 

and I let it go.  

You say I’m pretty 

and I let it go. 

There was a vacant bathroom outside the church park. 
I crawl in beat, destitute, feeding off the radiant waves. 
I stare into a warped mirror punched by drunken twilight boys, 

Summer is delirious days

we are packed

on a bus

for days of adventures

mountain biking

then swimming.

We will jump off cliffs

into rivers

flip-flopping through the air

this old sink,

hanging onto the wall by a thread

and a rusted pipe,

gushes water that still runs clear,

even after the generations of girls 

(in pig- and pony-tails, braids and loose) 

I’m a star

I’ll travel millions of miles

Just to see you

Just to give you a little light

A little hope in this hopeless world

One day

I’ll be an asteroid

And I’ll fall from the sky

Tomorrow is the day we don’t know. 

Yesterday was the day we can’t fix. 

But what is today? 

Today is the future of yesterday. 

Let the waves engulf you, 

Let them take you away. 

Forget about the life you have, 

Forget about the struggle you face. 

You hold tight,

Grasping til death.

Yet it gets away.

You blame it.

Or you blame the world.

Or you blame yourself.

Life feels like a movie sometimes,

Like as if you're living life through the eyes of an observer. 

Eyes that cause you to think.