Poetry

I’m sitting beneath a tree, 

Tangled 

In the roots, 

My fingers gripping those 

Of each soil-soaked tendril 

Our story always ends the same

No matter how many pages I turn

In the end

I’m the friend in need

And you’re the main character, always having to help me

I try to rip the pages out

I saw you today

For the first time in months

It feels like I haven’t seen you in ages

I used to hope

We stayed apart

Never faltering too close to one another

But as I look into your eyes

Blaring alarm at 5 AM.

Jumps out of bed to work

The dirty work left to her

Hauling hay before school.

Changes into a little black dress.

Eyeliner to cover her exhaustion

A pretty little teacup

I love the sound of the wind rustling the leaves in the trees

The same leaves that in due time turn red and orange and yellow

The same leaves that protect us with food and warmth and air to breathe

He finds his leaf, he finds his fame,

In the spotlight, he is arranged.

Or so he was when this first began,

But now it's too much 

So in private, he stands.

He stands with himself, 

Peace is the answer

Peace is the one thing we should all be able to agree on

But we can’t

Life is hard

Conflict is hard

Come together for peace

A common goal

A world of peace is all it takes

A faint fog falls

Over my tired eyes

It's the same that covered them before

Yet still a part of me dies

Our gaze connects,

For only just a moment 

My heart skips a beat

I sat at the top

And it felt like it,

I could see everything.

Looking down

It all looked fake,

Like it really 

It's the rumors...

They're what get to me

Why do they have to start?

Why are they about me?

What did I do?

It's never ending...

The rumors...

They're so cruel...

I’m ready

For the chilly mornings

Covered with frost

And broken routine.

I’m ready

For the car rides

Long but short

The forest is preparing for winter. 

Animals collect food

as they prepare to stay cozy in their dens.

The snow will for sure fall soon.