Poetry

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.

People wonder why I'm quiet.

I wonder why they're loud.

They think I have nothing to say...

But trust me, I have a LOT to say... 

But they never listen.

All they talk about is lies.

it’s painful
knowing that my fingernail paint chipped
from my attempt to grasp it
grasp my success
a moment of marvelous glory
where I’d shampoo my hair
in golden confetti 
and I could finally step forward

the beautiful hills are big but they don’t frighten me
they protect us while we lay on the pointy grass
your golden hair tickling the Earth
as you sing along with the birds when you laugh
we just ate deli meat sandwiches 

When I looked into your eyes

The memories came in waves

Drowning out all our flaws

For a moment

I forgot my resentment

And became yours again.

-Lucy

Blood is never beautiful

Yet we were made to bleed

Hearts were meant for breaking

Eyes were made for crying

Hands were made for hurting

We were meant to break

Crown of Sonnets

As I reflect on days already gone, 

Ones sweet as the cider that I swallowed,

They seem to match the golden hue sipped on,

Connection makes us happy, it is said.

Like fruit up high in trees, we like to be. 

The bright sun rays that ripen us are spread

by basking in each other's company.

Close your eyes and embrace the wind

Embrace yourself and your thoughts

Love Earth, yourself, and others, and plant your feet in the soil of life

Once I was whisked away by the wind

Why would I think you would touch me?

I'm covered in thorns.

Not my fault,

it's the way I was born.

I scare you away,

with every sharp point on my body. 

I read your writing

I study your art

everyones

everyones

everyones.

I read things

and study the names at the bottom

wondering about the life.