Poetry

  • Bitter

    Staring out the window at the glittering snow

    Simply reflecting on long long ago

    Watching kids play through shiny tears

    Like looking back at my childhood years

     

  • Why can’t there be?

    Why isn’t there a day people know about to recognize people who are deaf and hard of hearing? 

    Why can’t there be one?

    It is a day but…

    I myself had you look it up to know about it.

    And I am hard of hearing.

  • Dream

    You look like a poem 

    I wrote at night 

    the stars are trapped inside 

    those eyes of yours 

    and I can't seem to look away 

    You look like a poem 

    I wrote at night 

  • Round and round

    We keep going around in circles.

    Endless do you like me and what should we talk about,

    Endless pretending there is no tension in our texted phrases.

    Never really understanding how we ended up here,

  • Battle Cries

    One girl’s lanky frame against the dark turf field,

    lit up by fluorescent lights 

    She saunters toward the building 

    holding another girl’s hand

  • A Girl I Never Knew

    To the girl I never really knew,

    I cried the other night about you

    Probably just half what you went through 

    I never thought to care 

    About your lips your eyes your stare

    The pain you held, I had no clue

  • nevermind, then.

    and the pale pink is fading from the morning sky

    the same way the words from the song i sang about you

    under my misty-cold breath

    died on my lips. i wonder if i would've waited forever,

  • For the first time...

    For the first time... I went to the ocean...

    I watch the waves moving in and out...

    I feel the breeze blowing through my hair and against my skin...

    I hear the laughter of the people around me...