Poetry

stupid little trees 

speak to me 

through their whispering leaves 

they seem to grieve. 

stupid little clouds 

cry so damn loud 

through snow and rain 

I am just too much, 

too loud,

too weird,

too open and honest,

too kind, 

just too everything. 

Talk about my emotions, 

so smart about who I am, 

i write poetry on lined paper

in class & only half pay attention, rounded letters

barely containing all i want to say. i use green marker

& stare dreamily into the yellowed margins,

We read poems on printed white sheets in english class

Color them with highlights

And words like freedom

Are covered in pink.

And a hundred years ago

Streets of Minneapolis by Bruce Springsteen 

is so hard to watch when comments

are sobbing about seeing renee's face

or alex pretti's

with flowers piled up and ice agents shooting

love cannot be created or destroyed.

like energy 

it shape shifts

following those filled with passion

and hope

but appearing to leave 

at the slightest touch of pain

i have a couple of pieces of lined paper in my school binders that i use to write daily short poems. i hope you enjoy reading some of them!!

child of vermont,

the snow thickens the sky

In my head their voices all get mushed together

I feel like they're going to keep on asking me questions forever

My breathing gets faster and my eyes dart around the room

I just want to leave but I know it’s too soon

Get angry at me not at them  

They can't handle it- I know I can 

I face vicious words every day 

I just don’t want anyone else to feel my pain 

I think I’m ok, for now anyway 

Every snowflake falls from the sky,

They dance merrily in the wind, as they fly,

And I see each snowflake, and I wonder why?

Why are they so different? As they come down from sky high.

& the trees outside stand like arrows

in the winter morning, stiff & afraid.

the world is cold, and hard,

and the new february ice lays unforgiving.

Long day

past where morning sun shines and into the dark huskiness of night

fluorescent lights beating down 

then flickering off

a fanfare

a reflection

a redemption