Poetry

  • Turning to Silt

    I never thought I'd wonder

    how it would feel to touch your face

    but now the thought sticks to my skin, tangles

    in my hair. I never thought 

    your eyes would be anything but blue,

  • It's getting worse

    Mom

    It's getting worse

    I hate 

    the way my tummy rolls when i sit in this chair and how i feel guilty when i eat a whole bag of peeler gummies and when i don't eat because i hate how i look in the mirror

    Dad 

  • Small

    Some days

    I feel like I take up

    too much space—

    like every word I say

    echoes louder

    than it should.

    And other days

    I feel so quiet

    I’m afraid the world

    will blink

  • I want to LIVE

    I want to live,

    I want to hear a million songs and dance in the rain,

    I want to kiss and make love,

    I want to see the world from every angle,

    meet people that I will love and ones I won't,

  • I'm....

    I'm sorry,

    I didn't do more for us,

    that I didn't treat you like you were enough.

     

    I'm sorry,

    for not calling you more,

    and didn't hold you when you needed it most.

     

    I'm sorry,

  • Hindsight is 20/20

    I am here to say this

    in only facts

    because I don't rely on feelings.

    Fact:

    Your Mr. Remarkable is quiet.

    Cold.

    Closed off.

    Didn't interact unless

    absolutely necessary

    smiled maybe twice.

  • Mother Earth

    You were always

    the original scientist

    that inspired the hearts of malleable

    kids. They would be sitting in circles

    of those numbered matts

    with fiddling fingers

    that only were (slightly) off task.