Writing

Verse one

I grew up believing in magic
 In endings tied up with a bow
 Thought love was just timing and wishing
 Guess I didn’t know

Like atoms, humans attract when far, and repel when close; distance is the beauty of this prose. 

stupid little trees 

speak to me 

through their whispering leaves 

they seem to grieve. 

stupid little clouds 

cry so damn loud 

through snow and rain 

I am just too much, 

too loud,

too weird,

too open and honest,

too kind, 

just too everything. 

Talk about my emotions, 

so smart about who I am, 

i write poetry on lined paper

in class & only half pay attention, rounded letters

barely containing all i want to say. i use green marker

& stare dreamily into the yellowed margins,

We read poems on printed white sheets in english class

Color them with highlights

And words like freedom

Are covered in pink.

And a hundred years ago