Poetry

  • Upside Down

    Things are different.

    I don't know when they changed

    or when I noticed them changing.

    But in any case,

    my eyes are open now

    and I see that things are upside down.

    At first it was just a drop

  • We Yearn For Spring

    Poetry is hard in the winter.

    It is inexplicable but,

    for me,

    definitely true.

    In the spring, summer, and fall, 

    there are limitless possibilities, 

    endless inspirations.

  • I could be

    I could be writing right now

    about fairytales;

    princesses, and dragons,

    magic, and the prince that comes to save her.

     

    But life isn't a fairytale for anybody, 

    so why write about them?

  • Life Is...

    Life. So many ways to describe it. Life is messy. Life is complicated. Life can kick you when you’re already down and spit in your face, telling you to stay down, don’t get up, that you’re worthless, pathetic, a disgrace.

  • Dear Q

    i haven't seen you

    in a while

    i just wanted to tell you

    you're my favorite

    yes youre built in

    related to me

    yes ill always have you

    but in another world

    even though were states apart

  • flowers

    i know

    you're going

    to give me

    flowers

    i know

    you're going

    to confess

    to me

    i know

    i want to feel

    the same way

    believe me

    i do

    i know

    i know

    i know...

  • stranger

    i saw a stranger

    her face blurred

    tears dripping

    one

    at

    time

    numbness

    expressionless

    emotionless

    lost.

    mirror

    cracked

    shattered

    a million pieces

  • Covered

    Metalic covered by grease.

    Grease covered by mint.

    Mint covered by ice.

    Ice covered by..

        ice covered..

    ice covered by emptiness.

    emptiness covered by growling.

    growling covered by…