Poetry

Every leaf tells a heartbreaking story

Every leaf gets swept away

Every leaf crumples

Until it is nothing but dust

Is that my story?

Am I bound to be forgotten

Like that one leaf that flew in my hair

She would go to the bridge every day

It was beautiful

And it saw HER

She would meet gen

They would talk for hours in the

cool shade

They were beautiful
 

"In 113 years will we still be strong?

What kills a poet, is the poet themself 

I say 

The one thing I learned to do best, is what ruins me day by day 

I love too hard. 

Three years ago,
You said forever. 
And I repeated it, 
It left a sweet taste in my mouth. 
Like sugar poured onto a lemon, 
Covering up the sour bitterness. 

Slender limbs fan out,

Parallel to the sky

Instead of reaching,

Wanting to be the open blue,

Accepting that

Though the tree will never

The world has evolved

From eternities of small change

To rapid movements

Clement days

Then

Brisk winds

Blowing ideas, seasons into the next

One moment, solidarity

Dissent, unity

Snap, clap, bite

Maybe you'll wake up

to a small mercy raining heavily

on your roof

or maybe you won't.

I wish I could punch the screen.

So many unchecked boxes, all too keen

on destroying my zestful life,

Showing me how careless I am,

And leaving me in strife.

Cigarette smoke

Low in the air

Filling lungs along with the smell

Of fried things, that shouldn’t be fried

Screams fill the night, lit up with rides

Riiiiing riiiiing

Heat

Coming down from above

The sun stands still

A yellow trail blaze in the sky

Leading me forward

Into its light

Its rays land, dead grass, yellowing brown leaves 

Dark hair on a head

Scream! At the piles of rust!

Scream! At the heaps of misery you created!

Scream! At the brittle bones you left to dry in the sun!

Waking up to you

grinning down at me

your long, golden hair falling off your shoulders,

I close my eyes

block out your face with my hand