Poetry

If I was a bug I’d be a beetle. A Japanese beetle, invasive and not necessary. Nothing special to look at, just a beetle looking beetle. I’m sure you’ve seen hundreds of them without batting an eye.

The smell of sticky buns wake me up but I haven’t quite awoken yet. I can feel the crust from last night keeping my eyes shut.

You broke her heart,

Now you know how I feel?

I feel enraged,

Angered,

Like I want you to leave,

You broke her,

So you broke me.

She WAS a ray of light,

Now she's just a shadow.

In the places I have lived 

I stick out like a sore thumb.

Everyone knows that I don’t belong 

I’m from somewhere else across the seas

A place called the USA

summers we would go home… 

Happy Birthday!

Thanks for another year of teasing,

Inside jokes,

But that was also another year of heartbreak,

And stuff that meant something to me,

But you claimed it was 'unintentional',

I looked up at the statue, and it looked down at me.

There we stood, unhappy wretches.

a kiwi soft with suntanned skin from

what seems like a lifetime of being outside,

you swim probably unlike a bird because birds don’t swim

but it’s sweet to imagine – you

It's crazy isn't it  

How we can stare at a screen for hours 

When all it really gives us  

Is a false sense of power 

We think  

Everyone needs help sometimes 

But the problem is it’s hard to find 

And it’s hard to know how much you need it  

From going insane to just wanting to rage quit 

What makes the bird sing,

Playfully like an April breeze,

Living freely,

Fluttering about in the Great Blue Sky.

Not standing the Dead of winter,

What happens in love,

Ends in death,

Despair,

Silence.

We are but bees,

In a captive hive,

You are the fire that warms me,

The desire for my shaking heart;

Your beauty and grace,  

So unimaginable yet,

As if it was a radiant glow,