Poetry

I have always thought about the future a lot

It was always college

And ivy league goals

And 4.0 GPAs

And all night study sessions

In kindergarten you were told 

you can not wear your light up sketchers.

“Why they’re new?” you whine.

In kindergarten you were told 

i was hooked

obsessed

for years

you were

my escape

my life

you helped

me

become visible

feel alive

valid

am i

invalid?

the last

time i saw

you

you talk too loud

too much

i try to tell

you

to stop

you dont listen

overpowering

drowning me

with curiosity

too loud

overbearing

asking too much

i dont want to to

A forest so alive, 

birds exclaiming their tune worldwide. 

By color.

By love. 

By melodies short and pleasant

they connect, 

their music effervescent.

The wind grows stronger,

Near and near.

I can hear it whistling,

Past my ear.

It fills the sails,

And steadies my steer.

What a joyous moment,

The wind is here!

The world goes on.

Continuing its orbit around the sun.

While we live in our miniature universe. 

With our miniature problems. 

When I turned five, I wished for new Barbies.

So I could play pretend on the playground.

When I turned eight, I wished for new slime.

So I could make big slime bubbles with my friends.

Poetry is my way of expression.

I have recently discovered this.

A way to say my thoughts with intention.

It makes my mind empty but full of bliss.

Poetry is my new obsession.

my day started sad.

nothing could make it better,

but then I saw you

Last year, I tried to tune my guitar,

but when I played, it came out wrong.

The notes were wobbly, not straight.

                 I guess I'll try again later

I wish I were the sun.

Bright and happy.

Beams of light.

The thing people look forward to seeing.

I wish I were the moon.

Dark and mysterious.

Shapeshifting silver disc.