Poetry

i'm fine

i'm staring at nothing
thinking about everything
exhausted and hurt from the words that slipped off their tongues,
"you okay?" they ask without wanting to know the answer.

i wonder sometimes,
as i'm typing out message number five,
a paragraph pleading for an answer,
i wonder if they actually care

On the hearth

there is a fireplace

it has a pile of chopped logs,

coals,

torn up pieces of newspaper

awaiting their burnt endings

On the hearth

a fire burns

flickering and crackling

Do I dare write about this

about real honesty

about what stands in front of me

next to me

always there

all day?

Do I dare point this out

without you asking

who was this about

A monkey resting

leaves to filter, clouds above

and lies out of reach?

i used to dream

of the day

i started middle school,

thinking the excitement

of getting older

outweighed the pain

of growing up.

my teachers wondered why.

and now that i'm in

YWP is for those who write

And for those who want to write

For those who see words as the only way out of the hell they're in.

YWP is a safe home for those who feel as if they don't have one

i hear

your words, your insults, your mocking

i heard it when you called me stupid, special

as if i had no ears

i see 

how you look at me, how you judge me

She cried and cried,

Stars witnessed why she lied,

The universe sang her a golden hum to sleep,

The Magical moonlight guarded all her secrets deep.

Stars heard all her stories she cried aloud,

I am 

The 

                  perfect

student

Aren't I?

I turn my work in on time

They say I'm too young to know what love is,

Too quick to believe in forever and kisses. 

They roll their eyes when I speak from my chest, 

As if my heart's too small to feel this mess. 

“I guess I've always been

Wonderin' 'bout the wind”

I’ve never been the one

To wish on love

For something forever.

Until I saw you.