Poetry

every time the

re is uncertain

ty in my life, i 

am extremely

calm, because 

i know that w

hen it is resol

ved, i will feel h

appy or sad and 

either way, i will

feel.

If you can't do it for yourself

Then do it for her

Do it for the girl

With big ideas

And even bigger dreams

The girl who would try to count the stars

But then sigh and say there was a lot

new school means new friends

i think as a stare across the table at the same friends.

but something seems different.

we're missing someone,

or many someones.

or maybe even a part of ourselves.

-and of course he’ll say he drank cow’s milk all his life. his heatwave-stricken palms will be bare

and they'll twine like rough half-grown saplings into the fabric of the cosmos.

Happy birthday

or more like happy belated birthday -

I'm a day late -

but still

you're fourteen now

same as you were a week ago

but older

You'll be driving in what, two years?

we're so old

Sometimes words fall out senselessly,

no meaning attached.

But because they want to,

not necessarily because

they want to be revealed.

It's as if my pen

has control over me,

writing whatever comes

The whole world’s quiet sound
echoing on the still ground—
an understanding.
-Haiku

Hope always looks like 

something golden and beautiful and bright 

but Hope has just fallen 

her face streaked with dirt 

was it easy for you to love 

me? i’m not asking about the good days, i’m asking about

the whole time period in which i

was allowed in your life.

was i easy to love? but please,

I let myself cry

And it felt like my heart was being ripped out of my chest

Exploding

Shattering into the sky

I felt like I was dying

Each day it gets easier

But when it catches up to you

I'm so old

I know I'm not really but

It feels like it.

Like I'm a teenager

For real this time

Like I'm normal

And my parents trust me

And I can text?

And I'm normal

I am speechless.

My thoughts don't make sense

and my voice struggles to come out and make a sound.

I am wordless

and I write but my cold fingers have forgotten the keys 

or how to hold a pen