Poetry

I don’t know if I’m pretty enough for this world, 

I’ve got scars from every adventure I’ve ever had. 

I’ve got acne and spots no matter what I do and what I eat. 

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

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,

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

Comme le soleil, 

Tu laisses sans pensée. 

Le vent, un tempête–

à l’intérieur de ton esprit.

Amor et détester, 

Look upon the king

Sitting high above

The cardboard throne painted gold

With the lies of hate

Held up by the bodies of those killed to make it

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 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

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 don’t love school.

I don’t hate it all the time

but I hate it enough to say

I don’t like it.

I like one class

and goofing off during study hall

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 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