Poetry

  • a chance to say hello

    I missed my bus today. There I was at the stop, on main street; I had a croissant—chocolate—and I had my bag and I had a plan which consisted of getting on the bus, sitting down, and getting off at my stop.

  • When They Were Kids

    The past

    Full of mishaps

    Full of mistakes

    Full of mess ups

    Full of errors

    Contradictory

    We should learn about

    All the things we did wrong

    So we can get better

    But some people

  • the hand

    there is a hand squeezing my heart

    tight slow like it knows every part of me

    holding on to the pieces i’m leaving behind

    the empty rooms the silent voices the half spoken goodbyes

    it does not let go

  • Dress

    sometimes the dress feels like a soft breath

    a quiet hope wrapped in fabric

    that touches my skin like a secret i’m afraid to speak aloud

    it’s the way light moves when i twirl

    the way i feel seen without saying a word

  • Summer

    the air tastes like honey and promise 

    sticky with the scent of blooming jasmine 

    and freshly cut grass that crunches beneath bare feet 

    the sky drips blue 

    stretching wider every afternoon 

  • what’s next

    she walks into the room like a sentence that forgot to whisper

    light brown hair pulled back in a way that says she didn’t try

    but still somehow gets it right

    clear glasses catching the light

  • the stage

    the lights hit first

    hot and white and blinding

    a wall of brightness straight into my eyes

    so strong i can’t see their faces

    just outlines

    shadows beyond the edge of the stage

    and somehow

  • graduation

    the halls grow quieter each day
    pages of notebooks thin with time
    final bells echo softer than the first
    the clock moves forward
    but i feel still for a moment
    caught between what was
    and what waits