Poetry

They all told me

that I was bright

and that I shined

like a star

All stars burn out eventually,

then there’s nothing left but

disappointment

You held me so high

The mangled materials that make us are not defined by the components,

they are not defined by the ideas or the movements.

They are what they are,

pieces to create a greater whole.

I’m scared of love 

Really, I am 

I don’t know how to love 

All I know is how to defend 

Defend my heart

Why, little mouse

Do you look up

Up at the sky

Why do you act as if the stars

Might make everything better

Why, brown bear

Autumn 

The smell of fall breaks through the hot sweaty summer air.

I see the trees start to lose their leaves and turn a bright red and orange. 

The voices 
Created a sweet soft song 
Like a melody 
Sung for a child 
Sleeping in their bed 
As their father sings them to sleep 
As he did years ago 

And the music 

“I love you,” I tell you as I rest my head on my pillow 

Thinking 

Wishing 

Hoping 

The birds that sing 
In the dead of night 
Are just voices 
No one hears 
Silenced by the sounds 
Of the world
And the expected 

The bats that fly 
During the day

Do you think people 100 years ago, in rural Vermont, looked up at the sky, at the milky way, the moon and all the stars? Do you think they marveled at them, and taught their children the constellations?

We both have short hair,

We could probably measure the inches,

Down to the centimeters, and the millimeters,

And it'd be the same length. 

I was drowning 
The water filled my mouth 
Leaving a taste 
So bitter and sharp 
It stayed forever 

I sit and wait,

Like a dog searching for its human.

Cause for you I will wait, 

Like a dog.

Forever.

Deep in your eyes,