Poetry

  • Together

    You’re different

    With all of us

    Versus just me.

    You’re different

    With a whole crazy friend group

    Than you are when it’s us chilling in your basement watching Stranger Things 

  • People

    People want things from me

    This incredible group of people

    They want me to mediate

    To laugh

    To help them with x, y, and z

    They want me to come with them

    Pulling me in different directions constantly

  • Ad Astra

    Ad astra

    Latin for to the stars

    something that we've never done yet

    but we've gone near.

    We've never gone to the stars

    we've reached the not-quite-emptiness that surrounds them.

  • Anticipating

    I don't know what this is

    whether it's summer really sinking in

    or if it's something else

    something more

    something worse.

    I don't want to turn into this

    a puddle of negative feelings and boredom.

  • Poetry

    By Rae

    iPhone

    You have plastered my eyelids open 

    Non contact tonometry

    Force fed with gavage until I no longer awake 

    at the smell of burning grease.

     

    Burrowed into retinas like a small flaming needle,

  • Orpheus

    My whole life I have been trying to tell a story so beautiful that the world would fall in love with me.

    That is why I befriended words and stage lights.

    That is why I watch the details of the world

  • A few Julys ago

    Remember the girl?


     

    She’s in second grade,

    Maybe

    Blond brown curls

    Blue green eyes.


     

    She’s sitting on the top metal pole of the fence

    Chipped green paint

  • Doors

    The gears click

    spin

    twirl into place

    the momentum of thousands of dreams

    swinging

    gliding

    leaping

    across the vast emptiness we call home.

    The dreams

    along with hopes

    fears

  • Childhood obsession

    A childhood obsession, sure.

    That's how it started.

    But it's all I am -

    It's who I am -

    It's the deepest

    Truest

    Version of myself I could possibly be.

    The notebook.

    Stats and tracking

  • Look Closely

    I will not shave my legs

    not because I am against it

    but because being myself feels like my own act

    of rebellion

    I will not quiet down

    let the world hear my pride and excitement

    but I will not shout