Poetry

  • middle school chorus concert

    we stood on stage in black & white eyes tired but we sang til tomorrow anyways // they caught our eyes as it ended raised their hands to clap but i turned quick away convinced our performance wasn't worth more than // the quiet glint of confid

  • The silent stage

    One flutist.

    And empty auditorium.

    A silent stage.

    I can feel the silence reverberating around the space -

    I can feel the lack of an orchestra at my back,

    The invisible audience before me,

  • Alone, but not lonely

    I'm alone here,

    And I can feel it -

    In the silence that fills the table

    In the void of few words 

    Separated, closed off

    Away from everyone else.

    Around me,

    Tables talk.

    I hear Uno and chess

  • Lilac

    I bring my nose close to 

    the Lilac

    as I smell it's like I'm smelling a universe of

    peaceful trickling streams,

    birds softly singing,

  • The End

    The thrum,

    The pulse,

    The ever-increasing

    All-consuming

    Tick-tock

    Tick-tock

    Tick-tock

    Counting down

    The end.

     

    The

    End.

     

    We all know it.

  • To be a teen

    To be a teen

    Is to lose your sense of self

    Completely.

    What is right?

    What is wrong?

    What is cool?

    Why do some feel so drawn to popularity

    While others are repulsed by it?

     

  • I'll go

    I've been to the desert 
    Following something 
    I cannot blame

    See the ghosts by the water 
    The horses in the rain 
    The man lying by the river 
    Hearing god call his name

  • Why?

    Why?

     Why are we scared?

     Why is fear overwhelming our delicate bodies?

     Why are we letting it?

     Why can’t we instead of being scared 

    fight for others