Poetry

When I grow up,

I want my own house.

Not to big, not to small,

But enough for me and a roommate.

When I grow up, 

fallen ashes, soot-covered letters
little bullets fly through
stained missing pieces
 
slices through
throat tightens
swirling, racing, losing hope
 
gently, seeds fold into the ground
peace lilies blooming

Finding hope can be hard sometimes, in this world where people are trodden on with little thought, and certainly no apologies. 

But I still try. 

Every day. 

What is a world without its Sun?

Without.

Warmth to lead seasons into a dance?

Without.

Gravity to pull the tides into longing?

Without.

Light to rend the dark?

periwinkle-blue light through my shuttered windows

my heart is racing but my mind is blank with things I don't know how to express

that k-drama I just watched stirred something in me

i live for moments

when the sky gathers 

my broken body 

tenderly within its gentle embrace 

when ebony clouds entwine 

with shining, radiant stars 

The gray area between dark and light

dancing in and out of different shades

sentimental

snarky

indignant

I am myself

and the world gets to

deal with it

don't hide my personality

O Romeo

my love

my life

my savior

I speaketh through my metaphors

I whisper my lies

Romeo, my dearest Romeo

sing to me, keepest me alight

Cut my nails so I can

ShOvE        them

In my ears

And wrapped up in a blanket

No one can    sEE me

here

But I can

i really don't get prejudice

i mean just the concept of it

how could you hate someone borne

by the same earth, the same fire

how could you explain someone else's life

as being worth less air than your own

The United States of America

as seen on the binding documents, on formal things

USA

as said by random people you know

The US

as told by your parents

America

Next week is the dance

and you cut her off

Next month is my birthday

and you tore her heart from her chest with your own two hands

Next year is high school