Poetry

Having you is painful
Out in a world like this
People judge us for what they see
Everyone knows me but you're just a lover people hate to see me with.

Walking home after dark or that short top

Are blamed more then the man who didn’t listen to the woman yelling stop

Appalled?

Well at 10 I was catcalled

I’ve been grabbed

Time

/tīm/

noun

We never tattooed ourselves successfully

Because we are pencils tracing our minimal time

Who can only

find a smile through that one

wave of future

in this vast ocean of reality.

Fallen trees and burning wake follows thee 

Collaboration breaks to burning hate

If not, malice behind ev’ry decree 

Much grandeur, but collapse remains your fate. 

I am still growing tall

Reaching my shoots 

of knowledge and ideas

of perspective and friendship

high into the sky to roam

with the falcons and eagles

sparrows and finches.

Someday

I sit in class, 12:19

Staring at the yellow walls.

Your face fills my mind. 

I can't help but think of you after this week

It was so complicated yet so perfect.

I watched a horror movie at a birthday party

a hangout with my girlfriends

I like being scared

We had fun

not thinking about we'd have to

go home

alone

I will start right off by saying

this is about you

not him

although I love all my friends

I think we need a little extra here so

I got defensive too.

I got angry too.

I always do.

and—

time
(itsoveritsoveritsoveritsover)
stops.

there

are
tears
in
your
eyes,
mascara
smeared

                       The cure-all                        &nb

Can there be a house without a home?

Can there be a king without a throne?

Can there be a priest without a faith?

Can there be a ghost without a wraith?

Can there be a hero, without a quest?