Writing

It's sand, mud and dirt

but some see the blue beyond

and call it a beach.

She almost forgets.

Summer nights still taste like smoke

and fireflies still dance.

Sitting at a desk

staring into space

scratching your head

I'm sorry it was me you chose

I took away your anchor

and now you're just

Hey. So, it’s me. Like always. Also, it’s 12:30. I’m sure you’ll remember that, like always, I would love to be able to sleep. Maybe you’ll just give me another hour or two? See, I had things to do. Poetry. A portfolio.

I need an answer

I want to know why

I want to push you against the floor

And demand a better answer than that

Don’t say love

Because love does not answer

"So I was in English class, right," said the kid, "and the bell rang, and while I was switching classes, I got super thirsty, so I stopped at the water fountain, but then I remembered that this fountain is out of order and the only other one is in

Sailing in the rain

moonlit sky in the dark
overcast shadows

a world of shards

broken

for the ones we love

promises mix with the impurity of dreams

we wish we could have