Poetry

Ya know

Sometimes I don’t think

That things will ever get better

Sometimes I don’t see

How they really could

But I’m not always like that

Sometimes I think

“Maybe someday”

“Maybe it will improve”

My collection grows

Albums, lightsticks, and others

K-pop is my joy

My friends don't know me

They still don't understand me

Still I am alone

i once found myself at a crossroads

i searched within myself

and like they love to say

i took the road less traveled

now i am at the end of the road

What will you do with your one wild and precious life? 

There was June snow 

All day today,

Whispering through the air

You came in,

And I didn’t know you -

I wasn’t sure what to say -

But you were so fun

So nice

So outgoing

And quickly made friends with everyone.

You lit up the room with your smile and your jokes,

Tears

But you can’t see them.

Maybe you feel them, though

In my forced smile

In my eyes

Teacher to student, but you’ve never made it feel like that

You’ve always made us feel like equals

We sat on a bench,

Huddled beneath a blanket,

Cocooning,

Trying to trap body heat.

It was freezing -

First day of summer break at the beach with friends,

And we’re all cold.

it's hard to remember when/ 

when the throat begins to scratch at the mouth, begging to be let free

when the stomach begins its churning waves like an upset ocean god

it is dark at night 

not the type of dark 
i may envy 

the type that frightens me 

the unknowing of the present 

We peeled off your name tag on your cubby.

We cleared it out. You took your stuff home.

It's empty now.

Lonely and sad and cold.

I hate it.

Your name is no longer there.

Everyone is pushing us into next year.

Pushing, pulling

All the time.

The eighth graders left yesterday.

I went to their graduation.

I tried to smile.

I cried a lot.