Poetry

She is going somewhere 
I can hear it 
in the way the house pauses 
when she gently glides through it, 
as if even the torn walls 
are trying to find her. 

I walk outside my door.

To hear the breeze today

See what it has to say.

"I can't go on no more

My friend has left the sea

No longer wild nor free

Another offering to the fall

We walk, side-by-side

Don’t these rides seem smaller now?

Or have we just grown in size?

What if this is the end?

 Dear Time, You remind me of the Sea. Unable to be restrained. Unable to be controlled. Unable to be contained. You are merciless, yet your movement is necessary.

And yes, 

you deserve one: you 

who has stars in your eyes and 

infinity running through your veins; 

you, whose heart becomes so heavy 

with the sunrise that you 

I was small and stained with summer 
sun, grass blade knees, and scrapes 
all over. Morning dew and wild schemes, I lived 
inside the world of dreams where faeries hid 

The white rabbit ran past Alice towards the well, yelling "We're late for a very important date!" And then he threw her a pocket watch and jumped into the well.

This is not the way.

Attacking people simply because they're creating a weapon we already have?

Why should they not make protection?

I mean, if we attack them for making this weapon, why don't we just attack ourselves?

​there's this guy 

funny 

smart 

athletic 

shorter than me though 

i've known him awhile 

since third grade when i​ came to our small school 

The silence of 11 pm 

combined with the clicking of my keyboard, 

rushed typing, like i 

have somewhere to be. 

fingers lightly tapping across 

the keys when 

Sometimes it's hard to be kind.

But we should still try.

Every day.

For kindness is a gift anyone can give.

I'm an introvert.

I hate when people tell me I need to come out of my shell.

Because you know what?

I like my shell.

It's not a problem, it's protection.

Like a turtle, I carry armor with me always.