Poetry

Sunflowers have secrets

Roses riot

We all have spirits 

We won't be quiet

Lilies lie

Poinsettias have power

Flowers die

We have the strength of a new and blooming flower

What you think is a great rock

over your head is

actually a great ball of glitter;

when you think you're about to be crushed

by a massive rock, and

it has become too heavy to hold, the

ball will pop, and

Who am I?

I don’t even know anymore.

I’ve shed the person I once was in favor of a new one.

Yet, I’m still that person.

I’m both at once and neither.

So who am I?

"when the moon hits your eye, like a big pizza pie"

dean martin's voice booms throughout the house

as I lay on the living room couch

basking in heat from the wood-stove

to the tune of an over saturated

There are vintage looking posters in the windows 

And they’re probably not old 

But I’d almost believe you 

If you said they were. 

They’re next to organic candles 

Imagine if

Every book came with a key

A key that opened a door

Into the book

Into the worlds

That are your happy place

Escape from reality

Taken to a new level

The joy found in between the pages

We try to stay quiet

despite the class being

nearly empty,

silent.

Muffle our laughter,

lower our heads,

cover our mouths,

attempting to

suppress our stalling.

Difficult

I'm not a painter, 
but if I were, you'd be my muse. 
I'm not a sculptor, 
but if I were, I'd only sculpt you. 
If I were a singer, I would never run out of songs, 

I am four

and a self-proclaimed 

hero of bravery.

The plane whirs in my ears,

loud and incessant and monstrous,

but I sit as soundly as I can.

Solemn and stoic,

As an author I now pledge my allegiance to a free space, to not judge others for their fascinations.  

I wish to allow others to dream and bleed mine out on paper; A dream is no longer a dream with me, it’s a story.

Why don't we become Friends?

We can carry one another through storms,

and catch each other when we fall,

The only thing is:

I'm weak

and no matter how much I want to lift you up

I don't think I can

Aimee Carty. 

She's my favorite artist.

Her name is a swirl of blue and pink in my mind,

but her music-

oh, her music is such a beautiful blend of all the colors you can name.