Poetry

this night 

the light is a milky, silvery blue 

cascading down from the sky

in rays that look like liquid silk

dripping off tree branches 

and coating the world in a cool, heavenly glow 

the rat chases me

it follows my every step

it stalks my every breath

the rat bites my ankles when i'm not looking

it makes me bleed

i cry in pain

There's a kind of love

And it's like hide and seek

An endless chase

Of shadows with flowing hair

Whispers of names and delighted laughter

Out of sight, whistling around you

it had seemed almost magical that evening.

twinkle lights strung up around, 

affixed to the wooden fences surrounding, 

holding us in.

Red

White

And Blue

The colors of America

We parade down the streets

Covered in these colors

I wonder what our parade will look like

This year

Will we parade with joy

Celebrate tragedies

I need pretty things; 

I need the Lumineers singing 

about flowers on vinyl, and 

I need stained glass bubbles twinkling 

in the window, and 

to see my poetry scrawled in 

My dad was a super hero. One weekend out of every month. 

The best kind of pain. Pain for what we once loved and now lost. The ability to know what it was once like is a privilege. It’s hard to quantify the feeling; the simple 1–10 chart is unreliable in this circumstance. 

I always wanted to live on a lake. Not on the shore but bobbing among the waves. I’d envision a floating device under my home and rowing to shore for groceries and parties. I’d float around town until I brought to where I needed to be.

If I was a bug I’d be a beetle. A Japanese beetle, invasive and not necessary. Nothing special to look at, just a beetle looking beetle. I’m sure you’ve seen hundreds of them without batting an eye.

The smell of sticky buns wake me up but I haven’t quite awoken yet. I can feel the crust from last night keeping my eyes shut.

You broke her heart,

Now you know how I feel?

I feel enraged,

Angered,

Like I want you to leave,

You broke her,

So you broke me.

She WAS a ray of light,

Now she's just a shadow.