Poetry

Today,

I told my dad about something I made.

I told him it was the second best in my class.

And I was proud of it.

But he said to put in more effort. 

It’s never enough.

I sit on the floor, listening to Frank Sinatra,

Waiting for words to combine themselves,

Typing and deleting sentences because they aren’t ‘enough’.

Us humans

continue to put together

our puzzle

piece by piece.

And that puzzle?

The final picture is

freedom.

It spells out the

word, each letter

in blue

F

R

E

E

Light and dark,

Dark and light.

Yin and yang,

Yang and yin.

Something comfortable in the uncomfortable,

And something uncomfortable in the comfortable.

I know it doesn't make any sense,

inspired by "Roselily" by Alice Walker

Someone has painted smog across the sky

And made her hands soft–

No more sewing needles or thorny flowers

5

warm droplets of sweat

collect

on the back of my neck

drip

am i ready

4

heart threatening

Welcome to the world

that never gives anything back.

If you want it

you work for it

if you don't

you're letting everyone down.

You'll fall in love

and you'll hate it.

I am

burning

this is not unusual

for me, the radiator

but this isn't

I'm freezing it's cold outside

friends grab me for warmth because

I'm a human sun

sunny smiles 

sunny skin 

Today I lost a friend,

And I don’t know how it happened.

Last week she gave me a bracelet-

saying we’d always be friends.

Now she’s talking about me behind my back.

I ask this question to anyone and everyone.

Most people look at me like a have 453,786 heads,

Because who says, How’s life going?

Sometimes,

If friends are real

they can apologize.

If friends are there

they can talk it out.

If friends care

they can 

forgive.
 

It makes no 

sense

No movement.

Roaring in my ears,

but 

no sound.

Oppressing,

but 

nothing to blame.

Suffocating,

but 

nothing is there to 

take away.