Poetry

Home is mom’s Shepard pie and ginger snaps. 

Home is the one scent you can never quite place, it appears out of nowhere to return you to age 6 on the swings yelling ‘higher grandpa, higher’ it yearns to be bottles and relived. 

Clouds fill cities

The evil has spread

Like a virus 

Infiltrating your soul

Corrupting your poor mind

Don’t let them fool you

All I see, her blue eyes.

Why do such bright eyes

Send such a girl into dark?

Why does such a smile

Cause such a girl to spiral?

I love the smile on people's faces when I hand them a poem with their name on it & yes of course you get to keep it.

Do you remember those September evenings we spent together in the playground?  
The shiny rock we put in our pockets and the ugly little rocks that got lodged in our heels.

I saw the waves 
crash over the sand 
where you once sat. 

Your ashes sink 
into the waters 
you once sailed. 

Others desecrate 
the land 
you once found holy. 

If dogs were free, what would they do?

Run for office? Form a chewing shoe coup?

Would they frolic with purpose, protest with glee, 

In the forest of all things new,

Our mother says there is no food

The rabbits are gone,

The squirrels are too,

All that's left are the big brown bears,

All comfortable in their dens

Are you listening, dear?

You were my one true friend

You were my one light

Yet now I sit here, with new faces

I can still smile, still laugh, feel joy.

It's just not the same without my light.

The albatross watched from high above

at the calico cat slinking across the forest floor, a view of the situation from the ground among the trees and undergrowth

the queen bee flitting around, ordering her subjects

I'm so sick of fighting to be with people who don't want me.

I'm so tired of feeling like I will never be good enough for anyone.

I just want to feel wanted.

I don't want to wish I was someone else,

Each step is one towards the future

each action leads to the next

after the left foot comes the right foot

after winter is spring

after the war is the rejuvenation

after the bad is the good