Poetry

tired sighs

jokes and smiling

but sad behind those eyes

don't even know how you're okay

are you?

From the rolling hills of emerald green

To herds of sheep grazing in the vast field
The charm of Eire never fails to be seen
Where forebears once frolicked is what thou shield

Will you still remain when time drifts away?

Golden hair withering into whiteness 

I beg that your wholehearted love will stay

You keep me sane and my worries at bay

Clouds

Poke a bear and it will chase you up a tree

Charging to their own paths

Mightier than rooted grass

So, we rise into the sky 

watching the sunset has different effects in different towns

this is an odd, busy town

full of many different people

people who own expensive suits,

and people who don't

When I’m with you, my heart is light.

I don’t feel the need to smile, smile, smile, laugh, laugh, laugh.

I can just be me.

And that feels amazing.

When we’re together, my smiles and laughter are genuine, not forced.

I showed my grandmother my keyboard

she took six years' of lessons when she was younger.

Her fingers found the keys -

she could still read -

just enough

just a little.

I pulled out my flute-piano duet book

ugh it's raining again,

i text my best friend when i wake up & look out the window

onto an already gray & gloomy world.

rain rain rain rain rain rain rainy november like all 

 My aunt

was diagnosed with colon cancer

a year ago,

maybe two.

stage 3

we thought she’d have it forever

and when we got the FaceTime 

I was a coward

and ran to my room and cried.

When I first found out that we were 

caught in the hellish net again, 

the blood drained out of my head and 

I 

screamed.

I stayed up as late as I could, but sleep took me.

i love the idea of fireworks

i mean, they sparkle in the sky, and they ignite

they remind me of people and feelings

a purple firework of medium size

Can we address the elephant in the room?

The one in the center there

It feels so big,

In the middle of these small four yellow walls