Poetry

A dark, clear night

The ferns sway to invisible music

The leaves whisper their

sweet secrets

Perfect for stargazing

You lay out the blanket

It's golden like the first rays of sun

You can't skip over the third stair

if you're sneaking into the kitchen

because all the stairs creak,

just in different ways.

They don't talk about the light

in the closet

Fall is the time

For the sound of leaves crunching under your feet

            (But the leaves are green and growing, they never fall)

Fall into me,

and make me agree.

The leaves turn red,

and disconnect from themselves.

Tell me I’m okay,

and that I have a life to live,

tell me I gave all I could give.

When I was younger,

I once awoke in the middle of the night

to a knock on my room’s door,

I got out of bed and put my feet to the floor.

There was a woman there,

she was adorned in a black dress,

The right eye decays 
The left is beaming prisms 
            Sharp enlightenments 
Jargoning 3-D 
dust fragments, plaque erodes 

When the leaves fall and I hear the sound,

I walk above the crunchy ground,

Church bells ring as thanksgiving awaits,

I think to myself what is there to hate?

the leaves are turning the color of your eyes again 

as they fall to the ground i take care not to step on them 

break their fragile spines, crack their delicate skin 

i wish i knew why you laughed,

and how much of yourself you're holding back. 

i wish i knew if you liked me too,

or if you just think of me as a friend. 

i wish you knew i got you those roses 

I hold on, afraid to let go, 

to leave the only home I know 

I watch the other leaves dance to the ground

I hear them die as the crunch sounds

Hills lit golden in the valley of fog 

It creeps and envelops 

Heavy moisture weighing down 

To cover folds of the earth like a blanket 

you were the first person my age i'd ever met

who loved The Simpsons as much as i did.

you nodded when i said i was secretly Lisa Simpson,

or maybe Hermione Granger,