Poetry

  • lessons of the forest

    I wander through the woods. The day is cool and dry, with a wind blowing that smells of wood and fallen leaves. The bracken has begun to brown, though the Joe pye weed and goldenrod still stand strong.

  • grateful

    Breathe. 
    In. Out. 

    A calm breath, 
    a solid moment stuck 
    in the middle of chaos.

    Count to a number you call 
    lucky. Every number is lucky to somebody. 

  • Secrets

    A whisper in the wind... 

    A yell in the thunder... 

    But they will never tell my secrets... 

    Cry in my pillow... 

    Cry in the rain... 

    But they will never mock my tears... 

  • Don't Tell My Friends

    Lying in my bed

    Staring at the ceiling

    Rethinking the day

    Going over everything I said

    Everything I did

    But please

    Don't tell my friends

    About my excessive overthinking

     

  • I sit

    I sit 

    I sit and 

    I sit and think 

    I sit and think and 

    I sit and think and wonder 

    I sit and think and wonder and 

    I sit and think and wonder and worry 

  • To being carefree

    today, i let my brother spray me with a hose 

    and it reminded me of that time at camp,

    when we jumped in the pool, still in our clothes 

     

    it reminded me of water balloon fights, 

  • obsessed

    i get

    obsessed

    with little things

    movies

    singers

    people

    anything

    for two to six months

    i cant

    think

    about

    anything 

    else

    like being tangled

  • Please, don’t.

    Don’t. 

    Don’t you know? 

    Don’t you know what I mean? 

    Don’t you know what I mean when I say 

    something isn’t right something isn’t right something isn’t right 

  • If

    I — 

    I could. 

    I could, love. 

    I could love you. 

    I could love you if… 


    I — 

    I wanted. 

    I wanted to. 

    I wanted to, love.