Poetry

  • Nature's Song

    I hear the river running, 

    flowing with not a care in the world.

     

    I see the leaves falling to the ground,

    a thick carpet on the forest floor.

     

    I feel a light breeze on my skin,

  • bulletin board

    when you first buy a bulletin board,

    it is blank.

    just a plane of cork

    bordered by a wooden frame.

    bland, boring, and wholly pure,

    it is shaped into art.

    it is molded and carved

  • Metamorphosis

    What is Change?

    Well, what type of change?

    Physically?

    Mentally?

    Spiritually?

    Idealistically?

    People might say it's all the same,

    but is it really?

  • curfew

    Listen to your mom.
    Be a good kid.

    Tell your friends you love them.
    I wish I had.

    Don't be stupid, please.
    Moving feels like a lot,
    But don't take it out on your dad.
    He's going through it, too.

  • are you free?

    Five-foot-four and
    Crashed a soccer career
    Too ambitious for her own good.

    Lost touch with her friends from school
    Didn't make friends after that.

    Remembers when she was something
    But doesn't have time to reminisce.

  • Cranberry Purple

    I miss when my bedroom walls were purple. 

    Cranberry purple, to be specific. 

     

    I was young, 

    and moving into my new bedroom 

    while my sister stayed in the one next to it. 

  • Systems

    I'm a system of equations

    and you're my matching set

    no answer to the variables

    we spend our lives trying to solve

    I don't know who I am

    I don't know who you are

    but I know who we are

  • the fact

    the pathways of my mind intersect and wind

    curling until they turn to infinite spirals

    leading to darkness I couldn't see the end of if I tried.

     

    my mind doesn't listen when I tell it to stop.