Poetry

The cool air on my face.

The sun blazing overhead.

Running through the neighborhood with friends.

With no fears of school bothering your mind.

It's a choice, every day.

It's a choice to love someone

To reach out your hand

To open your heart

And it's a choice to keep loving them

Through thick and thin.

It's a choice to stop.

I feel completely

Lost

Alone

By

Myself here.

No company

Could fix this.

Drowning in my own emotion,

Melting in the not-yet-summer heat.

I can't think straight,

Can't be

Bittersweet goodbye -

Half the grade is happy.

Half the grade is crying inconsolably.

There are tears and smiles

And hugs and laughs

And tissues and noses being blown

While the flowers bloom in the field

Only for a second...

It all faded away...

Everything was so peaceful...

The white fluffy clouds past through the sky...

You could close your eyes and hear the ocean...

Only for a second...

A tacklehug

Running out to greet friends.

The feathery-light feeling

Of my friends' fingers at my waist, shoulders,

All grasping for some sort of an embrace.

A giant group hug

Bear hugs, too

There’s a girl in my grade who cut herself last week.

"we all have our 'i peeled my orange today' stories."

bright letters fill my screen.

i'm pondering if i should message you,

or just let you be.

i give in;

Well, here we go again.

The urge to write a poem

but unsure what to write about.

That’s what this is.

slide the depths of your voice from the dust-lungs of your body,

spirit fluttering iridescent ivory feathers into the ianthine arteries of your heart.

breathe and you etch a cross onto your subconscious, glowing like

My world is different 

A new place 

A new name

Yet still just the same as last year

Still the same crushing sorrow

Still the same grief as last year

does anybody else get that feeling deep in their chest, sharp like it's begging to come out but also soft as in fire soft, embers in a hole in the ground?