Poetry

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.

i have trusted

myself.

i have trusted

my body.

i have believed

it will not bite back

that it will not feel the roaring rush

of danger in what is safe.

i have thought

when I was thirteen 

and scared of real life

I gave out advice like candy

showering my friends with hope

and watched them grow 

like sunflowers 

out of a cold, dark earth 

"We ignite not in the light, but in lack thereof,

For it is in loss that we truly learn to love."*

When we can feel,

All that is no longer there,

I believe in god even though I may know he doesn’t exist

I know the mountains were not formed by him

Instead it is the science in the world

The reason we are here in this moment

, and then the astronomer looked up at the stars and forgot everything.

We were once one

With the trees, a

Cell which would come to

Sprout, to birth, to

Hatch us all: the

Life that breathes

The world, and

You sit at your fancy desk and act like you're doing something.

Something good for the world.

You say that you are,

you say that you're helping.

You're not, 

haven't been,

She used to smile.

She used to laugh.

She used to not care.

She still smiled and laughed,

but it wasn't real.

She used to not care but then she did.

When did it start?

The new year came in,

with bursts of light across the city scape,

like a flock of birds rising 

from the ashes of Phoenix's horizon.

We, and the cacti, watch the fireworks 

and cheer,

I am in complete darkness.

The black abyss surrounds me, the silence all but comforting.

I am alone, afraid, and still as if a boulder that has sat for years.