Poetry

  • Cold

    We sat on a bench,

    Huddled beneath a blanket,

    Cocooning,

    Trying to trap body heat.

    It was freezing -

    First day of summer break at the beach with friends,

    And we’re all cold.

  • Cubby

    We peeled off your name tag on your cubby.

    We cleared it out. You took your stuff home.

    It's empty now.

    Lonely and sad and cold.

    I hate it.

    Your name is no longer there.

  • Rushing

    Everyone is pushing us into next year.

    Pushing, pulling

    All the time.

    The eighth graders left yesterday.

    I went to their graduation.

    I tried to smile.

    I cried a lot.

  • In between

    I have a lot of in between people.

    The people I don't consider to be friends

    But they're not my enemies, either.

    The people I don't care about enough

    To be awkward around

    But also can't really goof off with

  • The family you choose

    I realized recently

    That there’s the family you don’t have a choice in -

    Your biological parents, siblings, cousins -

    And then there’s the family you do.

    The family you share no blood with

    But choose anyway.

  • away

    i say goodbye and yet i find myself thinking about you again

    i think about you in the weeping willow

    singing a song of emotions that i do not know

    i wonder if given the opportunity

  • Bittersweet

    I always said that it’d be the best day when I leave this school

    But I’m not so sure now.

    Sure, it wasn’t always easy,

    But I gained so much good:

    The best teacher I’ve ever had.

    The confidence I always needed.

  • We hung out under a tree

    We hung out under a tree

    The day they all left

    Lost and alone

    In our own heads

    Someone forgot their hoodie and came back

    And I ran to them

    Yelling their name

    Tacklehugging them

    Needing them back.