Poetry

it is raining right now but all me and my best friends can think about // is that tantalizing glimpse of // lemonade & too-hot days & all the rage & shorts & laughter // & late nights we can see on the slowly dipping horizon pi

If we got stuck 

In an elevator 

Would we have a real conversation 

For once? 

Could I make you laugh 

If we were in an elevator 

Would you trust 

When I write,

It's not so he can read it.

It's not for my friends to read

It's not for my teachers

My acquaintances

My enemies.

I don't want

People to see me.

I don't want

Hello Spring, 

I see you down the cobbled path; 

Your flowers lead the way, 

I run after you—two can play this game. 

Hello Spring, 

When it rains, I still chase you 

Candle light– 

Flickering in– 

the night. 

Wisps of the dark– 

A dreaded freight. 

Whispered words– 

Before

I had dreams

I had compassion

I didn’t care what anyone thought

I laughed more often than not

I cried over things that mattered to me

Four swimming pools deep and

the chocolate is so rich its making 

me think 

sundresses.

I can spin, 

but your blind until you pick up 

your pen

day one 

day five

I’m walking through a tunnel.

A dark, dark tunnel.

I don’t know what is going on outside

Attention haters.

Don’t blame me 

because I am just trying

There has always been something

Blocking me from the world.

I’m sorry if I can’t explain it very well.

Half a dozen pink hearts 

Strewn across glowing white screen 

Girls guessing at identities 

Of secret beaus 

A link to Spotify 

Once there was a funny goose,

who loved to drink apple juice.

One day things backfired, 

all the apple juice had expired.

The goose then climbed a spruce.