Poetry

I worked hard on it

we worked hard on it

cardboard piece by cardboard piece

completed with neon yellow construction paper and pipe cleaners

hot gluing the cardboard

a big cardboard circle on the bottom

It stood there since before yesterday

before last year

before we moved into this house 7 years ago

before I was born

before

         before

This was for a prompt where you choose an object and write about it - my object was a mini stapler covered with plastic gems.

The stapler sat on the pedestal-like black block

small, but still bound by gravity

Nostalgia

I love this place

This camp

Third year

With my cousin best friend

And...it feels like school

There are people from school

Which

Even if I like them

Makes me tense up

a collision of keratin

and chipping pigments

a meticulous routine spent

washing pale nails

in a montage of paint trails,

Both love and hate are free, and easy

But love makes people feel good;

Make people feel good.

and the beginning --

don't blow it.

When I visited my cousin in Washington DC

it was

so

loud

so

many

people

everywhere I went

people

            people

Sorry, try again.

Looking up.

Stars softly glowing high above.

Feeling small

Wondering what is out there.

The moon.

A spotlight illuminating the earth below.

The door will always be open for you

I'm still waiting at it

Hopefully I'll be able to leave the doorway soon

But if you ever knock 

I'll come running without a second thought

You are not alone

You'll always have me

Even though its from a distance

Even though we don't talk anymore 

You'll always have me

If you need me 

Im only a tap away on your phone