Poetry

Chairs

straightbacked for posture perfection

in neat rows

arranged up each step of the staggered blue-carpeted levels

sneakers and boots rooted

to the tiled floor

gray speckled white

You lived in a tower all your life,

Not knowing you were trapped,

Unaware of the chains that were woven into your mind.

How they kept you shackled,

Out in the woods you think you know,

But can you really let it go?

You will not see me slipping through,

Ready to leave at first sign of heavy snow.

No signs of me, only of you,

Mon ami, 

Toi qui vis de l'autre côté du monde. 

Nous sommes séparés pour l'éternité…

Ou, du moins, pour trop long. 

Mon ami,

The inside of everyone is two things:

Beautiful, like a flower in the woods.

And ugly, like the wars we choose to fight.

Yet, can't we find beauty in ugliness and ugliness in beauty?

Look at the snow outside!

They said it'd only be a 'dusting', but they lied.

Wow! The trees are covered in flakes of frost,

and I do say, my words are lost.

As I marvel at the ice that covers the earth,

They taught us not to be loud

when something hurt.

To swallow the ache

like it was rude to mention.

We learned how to nod

while breaking.

How to laugh

with our ribs caving in.

Everyone's playing Christmas music

Christmas movies

break is in two weeks

we're already preparing our favorite meals.

And I'm lost.

Not good lost,

not lost in the holiday cheer -

I'm just depressed.

There is five syllab

els in this haiku yup yup

Seven in the last

I know you still think of her

When it’s late at night 

And memories fall out of your eyelids and down your cheek

I would too, if I had known her

if I have to fight for your attention

then it is not worth fighting for

I am all alone. I have no friends. No one to talk to.

Everyone says it’s my fault. What did I do wrong?

People don’t want to be around me. They say I’m crazy.

I am not crazy.