Poetry

My world has been stained pale green.
The clear depths of the deep blue are now a shade of pale turquoise.
Amber light filters through the foliage,
into the hollow cavern that has replaced my heart.

She was born in the radiation era, 
A veil of marble covers her eyes,

Her lids webbed in waves: 

They were stitched too tight

to permit the penetration 

of the perpetrator.

when a star dies, it is a violent explosion.

it can emitt more light than an entire solar system.

and while it pulses with hot gas and blue light,

it slowly dims. until its remnants are scattered

I like to write poems 

bejeweled with heartbreak philosophy 

In which i equate the illusion of love to 

Religious salvation.

(Something real for many, yet not quite tangible)

What does it take to see the dandelions blooming in the spring, yellow manes bobbing in the wind?

What does it take to see the sun slanting through the windows, to hear the tree frog's chorus in the night?

The world has turned preppy

And I can feel it when I turn on the radio.

Artists I don't like

Because I can't relate to them

Can't relate to the stupid way they flirt

How obsessed they are with themselves

I've been called the sun.

The idea is, the sun of the solar system.

The one my friends revolve around.

I did not give myself this title, nor do I want it.

I do not want to be the sun.

Maybe

Every time

I give and give and give

Ask you questions

Advice

Support you

Every single time

Even when I should know better by now

And you pretty much ignore me and just rant to yourself

I've been seeing a lot of girls on Pinterest

With bodies that don't look like mine

And I don't look away, because they are beautiful--they are pictures I look for and want to see

Sometimes

I question why

I do things.

Sometimes

I question why

other people

do things.

Sometimes

They dine upon marble platters, their feet draped in velvet thread,

While we dwell in the slums, substituting bread with insects instead.

They laugh over champagne, heels clacking on polished stone,

You shape us

physically and mentally

emotionally and metaphorically

you make fun of us

for finding the flaws

the sketchy parts

in your systems

saying

teenagers these days