Poetry

momma, 

you know, 

i was so pretty today.

i woke up on time

you didn’t say anything 

before you left

but,

my glasses were clean

my nails were painted, 

These days I sip 

on the light from the window. 

Sometimes the walls are dark, and they swallow 

it up, and there's none left to reach me 

I am not you, I am me

We are different

Sometimes I like the rain

Sometimes it makes me sad

lonely

You've always hated the rain

Sometimes I am angry and 

Sometimes I erupt like a shaken soda

The world goes distant.

I can feel myself

slipping

dissipating

into the words,

the worlds

that I bring life to.

Somehow I feel 

betrayed, 

I think

I might miss this.

I might miss your smile

And the way it feels when you laugh

And

How we could talk about anything.

I might miss

Those precious few minutes spent together

Every morning

The second I feel

Used or neglected

Abandoned or judged

Hated or pitied

Is the second I slip away.

Even if it's in my own head

And not real.

Even if you were trying to love me.

There's a moment in my mind

A calm before the storm

The part of the song where we all fly

Before plunging down to darkness.

There's a moment when I can feel my blood

When I go to school on occasion I worry that I will be treated differently because of my hearing.

something completely out of my control.

I fear that a teacher could pick me out of the class because of my differences.

Life is like the marshmallow in the s’more

First you have to take one out of the bag

Then stab it on a stick

If you do it wrong

The marshmallow drops into eager flames

You can start over

I don't know you. 

I knew your laugh and the way your eyes crinkled,

I knew that you loved chocolate and hated shrimp, 

I knew everything about you,

But I don't know you.

Not anymore. 

oh Icarus, you poor thing.
fell in love with the sun, the sky-
paid the price, i suppose.

why do we always pay the price for love?

Orpheus, lonesome poet, 
lost his love because he wanted to tell her they'd made it.

Soft sunlight

Warming our bodies

Cold from the long night

We stand up

Shaking the dew from the morning's melt off of our fur

We leap into the wildflowers

Running along the river,