Poetry

When I was little, my brother and I would dress up and go Trick-or-Treating. 

I would change my costume a hundred times because I couldn't pick one. 

Where the sun meets the land and the trees become shadow

A city of twilight is built from shining rays.

A beautiful motherland that stands tall in the sea

He gathers strength in the morning

For his wild parade by day

The masses sing in warning

So the Cold Things may hide away

The sky is falling

In my mind

The one that used to hold

The morning sun

The daily mantra

How the setting burns in gold

The words

They lack meaning 

Yet they continue to repeat 

Like tapping on a drum

Melodic and timed

Yet so imperfect

Empty sounds of years replaying 

I should just let the sun set 
I shouldn't try so hard 
Just to stay stuck in the same place 
I still have time 
To sit and watch the stars 
I shouldn't be in a rush to grow old 

I stay up late finishing work that would be better done in the morning. 

Sitting at my desk,

the moon makes its way through the sky, 

When the rain clouds roll in,  

I don't need a jacket. 

I'll dance in the rain, 

be the first to see the 

rainbow come again. 

I am angry

That we could have

Someone

In control

Of our country

Who is a fraud

A liar

A rapist

A cheater

A horrible person

I am scared

For girls

For gay people

The worst

Feeling

When your in

Middle school

Is when

You think that 

The guy

Who you hate liking

Likes your best friend

Who is better

In so many ways

She's pretty

Laying in bed staring at the ceiling,

the only thing left in me is this numb feeling.

I search for a grasp,

a grip,

a clasp,

of anything I could hold,

but everything is gone,

I'm empty.

I find comfort in the shadows,

they hold me while I fight my battles.

Arrows fly and crash against the dark figures,

they hold me even when I pull the trigger.