Poetry

when a star dies, it is a violent explosion.

it can emitt more light than an entire solar system.

and while it pulses with hot gas and blue light,

it slowly dims. until its remnants are scattered

I like to write poems 

bejeweled with heartbreak philosophy 

In which i equate the illusion of love to 

Religious salvation.

(Something real for many, yet not quite tangible)

The world has turned preppy

And I can feel it when I turn on the radio.

Artists I don't like

Because I can't relate to them

Can't relate to the stupid way they flirt

How obsessed they are with themselves

I've been called the sun.

The idea is, the sun of the solar system.

The one my friends revolve around.

I did not give myself this title, nor do I want it.

I do not want to be the sun.

Maybe

Every time

I give and give and give

Ask you questions

Advice

Support you

Every single time

Even when I should know better by now

And you pretty much ignore me and just rant to yourself

I've been seeing a lot of girls on Pinterest

With bodies that don't look like mine

And I don't look away, because they are beautiful--they are pictures I look for and want to see

Sometimes

I question why

I do things.

Sometimes

I question why

other people

do things.

Sometimes

They dine upon marble platters, their feet draped in velvet thread,

While we dwell in the slums, substituting bread with insects instead.

They laugh over champagne, heels clacking on polished stone,

You shape us

physically and mentally

emotionally and metaphorically

you make fun of us

for finding the flaws

the sketchy parts

in your systems

saying

teenagers these days

Love 

Is like light 

Is like a rose 

Growing from the darkened depths 

Of a blackened bramble 

Climbing through the soil 

i desire maniacal creation

to let words flow past my skin and from my heart

till my skin breaks and my bones ache with their force

till my mind is a muddled mess of focus and their intensity

Three strings

each woven from a different material

braided

into one.

That's us

we're all different

but we found ways to wind our hearts together

how to connect with each other.