Poetry

Upon the throne of man

Sits the king of greed

A man so old and cold

Yet ne'er his people

Shall he feed

Upon the yellow throne

Sits a man of truth and lie

A skeleton covered in gold

The clouds watched the mountains, Strong. Regal.

Infallible.

The clouds longed to join the mountains,

To be together.

precisely one year ago i went to school after election day and felt like driftwood in an uncertain sea.

The clouds, they

Whip my cheeks 

With their surprising iciness

Turning them raw and rosy.

My nose is running,

But that sickeningly pleasant

I'm not very good at empathy.

I can't read the room and feel what nobody has spoken of.

I can see when somebody is sad,

but it's not like I can feel it.

Of course, I can try. 

I can’t tell what’s heavier on my shoulders 

The weight of my backpack 

Or the weight of the expectations

I don’t know what’s harder

Falling asleep at night

apology to the mirror

 i say sorry to the mirror
 for looking away too fast.
 for calling her names
 that no one deserves.

…what is this?

Is it…

No.

It can’t be.

But…

It looks like…

Good news?

And a feeling, something almost forgotten.

Hope?

Shhhhhhh, no no no no no!

We mustn’t jinx it.

It’s so rare

Repetion

Don’t you think,

It’s funny how

History seems to repeat?

How famous words are suddenly not the speakers words anymore?

I ate 

Tiramisu

Yogurt

Muffin

Candy

and ended with a 

Salad

or maybe 

Skipped dinner

I ate 

Muffin

Apple

Brownie

and ended with a 

In the last 12 months,

I've realized a lot of things.

I realized that those closest to us can also hurt us.

I realized that people are liars.

I realized that the world is broken.

I hope you realize it soon,

We're no longer friends.

Thanks for acting so well,

Until the bitter end.

Our first and last pic on the 'Gram,

Yeah, it looked nice.

I'm jealous of your growth,