Poetry

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.

i still search for you in the places i go

hoping to see you; a familiar face once again.

today i walked through the halls expecting to meet you, where you forever stood— but the man i saw wasn’t you;

What are we made of?

Flesh. Bones. Nerves. Muscle.

We are a cacophony of carrion all bundled together, 

Seen as holy,

Seen as beautiful.

The words.

The comments.

The stares...

It all reminds me that no one cares. 

Can't you see?

I'm not okay.

Because my thoughts remind me that I am not pleased with myself.

I've never understood the phrase

hopelessly in love.

It's in all the books,

it's on TV.

Characters meet their special someone and bam

they're free falling

but they have their safety nets

Under a grey sky a chin bows low

Weary to the sacrifice of time,

He does not note how the sun begins to show

This world has disallowed him of his fundamental right,

her name began with a d and her hair curled in gold ringlets like coins

and her laugh was infectious and her smile was too

and her eyes sparkled when they caught the light. she walked

What is this

you know what this is

it scares me

it's real

I don't like this

don't deny it

I don't know what to do about it

it's not the end of the world