Writing

You say we are ‘lazy’, ‘soft’, ‘don’t care’, ‘ungrateful’. You don’t see the hours we spend
Studying late, memorizing formulas, writing essays, solving problems,
Trying to be everything you expect us to be. 

today's air tastes like berries

and overused metaphors. the shadows run

across golden ground, and i look 

at our old stone wall like they would in farmers' days.

a boundary, a gate

the music of circus//it's deafening//but standing in the front//while people scream and sing//is definitely magical//considering that//a thousand songs about it all//are being sung//by the one//the only//one man circus//and right in front of me//a

10:32

i have a cold and i should be asleep.

but i wonder if anyone notices the way that

each stanza in my poems

have to be the exact same number of lines.

10:34

unfinished:

fractured ideas that i try to piece together into a full thought.

all things i've written about before.

him, school, pain, sleep, sunsets.