Poetry

There's a kind of love

And it's like hide and seek

And endless chase

Of shadows with flowing hair

Whispers of names and delighted laughter

Out of sight, whistling around you

it had seemed almost magical that evening.

twinkle lights strung up around

affixed to the wooden fences surrounding

holding us in.

Red

White

And Blue

The colors of America

We parade down the streets

Covered in these colors

I wonder what our parade will look like

This year

Will we parade with joy

Celebrate tragedies

I need pretty things;

I need the Lumineers singing

about flowers on vinyl, and

I need stained glass bubbles twinkling

in the window, and

to see my poetry scrawled in

my messy yet fairytale-like cursive;

My dad was a super hero. One weekend out of every month. I’d stand at the end of my windy driveway with my unicorn pillow pet and this hunger to be loved.

The best kind of pain. Pain for what we once loved and now lost. The ability to know what it was once like is a privilege. It’s hard to quantify the feeling; the simple 1–10 chart is unreliable in this circumstance.

I always wanted to live on a lake. Not on the shore but bobbing among the waves. I’d envision a floating device under my home and rowing to shore for groceries and parties. I’d float around town until I brought to where I needed to be.

If I was a bug I’d be a beetle. A Japanese beetle, invasive and not necessary. Nothing special to look at, just a beetle looking beetle. I’m sure you’ve seen hundreds of them without batting an eye.

The smell of sticky buns wake me up but I haven’t quite awoken yet. I can feel the crust from last night keeping my eyes shut.

You broke her heart,

Now you know how I feel?

I feel enraged,

Angered,

Like I want you to leave,

You broke her,

So you broke me.

She WAS a ray of light,

Now she's just a shadow.

In the places I have lived 

I stick out like a sore thumb.

Everyone knows that I don’t belong 

I’m from somewhere else across the seas

A place called the USA

summers we would go home… 

Happy Birthday!

Thanks for another year of teasing,

Inside jokes,

Happy birthday to you!

              Sad but sincere.