Poetry

I dread going to school every single day.

I hate it,

I hate being trapped there.

But I love being greeted by my best friend

who could make hell

feel as freezing as

these February Maryland mornings.

every once in a while,

the sky gets tired

and hides its face behind

hands of light gray clouds.

it sighs in quiet thunder,

and lets tears of blue

slip loose, trailing softly down

Sometimes I dream of never meeting you. I dream of the dates I would’ve never experienced, the love thrown in the void.

Would I even know what love is without you? Would I still believe in fate, or true love?

The chemicals

They fill 

Blackening lungs

Cameras out

They capture

loud shots

Man down

Gas thrown 

Child gone

And while

people fall

Home is mom’s Shepard pie and ginger snaps. 

Home is the one scent you can never quite place, it appears out of nowhere to return you to age 6 on the swings yelling ‘higher grandpa, higher’ it yearns to be bottles and relived. 

Clouds fill cities

The evil has spread

Like a virus 

Infiltrating your soul

Corrupting your poor mind

Don’t let them fool you

All I see, her blue eyes.

Why do such bright eyes

Send such a girl into dark?

Why does such a smile

Cause such a girl to spiral?

I love the smile on people's faces when I hand them a poem with their name on it & yes of course you get to keep it.

Do you remember those September evenings we spent together in the playground?  
The shiny rock we put in our pockets and the ugly little rocks that got lodged in our heels. 

I saw the waves 
crash over the sand 
where you once sat. 

Your ashes sink 
into the waters 
you once sailed. 

Others desecrate 
the land 
you once found holy. 

If dogs were free, what would they do?

Run for office? Form a chewing shoe coup?

Would they frolic with purpose, protest with glee, 

In the forest of all things new, 

Our mother says there is no food. 

The rabbits are gone, 

The squirrels are too. 

All that's left are the big brown bears,