Poetry

Why do you care?

It’s not even your fight

You’ve never had to suffer

From these people’s plight

What a strange thing to ask.

I am not a god / But the tales that spin from my /orb-weaver mouth flash, flash, / flash like the scales of the / spotted bass and the mud / between my toes is filled / with rich nutrients and the / alligator stalks the edge of / the riv

Once upon a time,

In a place not far from here

A kid composed a rhyme

That you really wanna hear

“Hello to the redwoods

Hello to the bees

there is nothing

as pure as

sitting

in near-darkness

soft fabric beneath you

and a fire dying by your side

feeling fat drops of salt water

course down your face

The kitchen light is way too bright,
I’m staring at my plate,
My mother’s talking ‘bout her day.
I try to nod, I try to smile,
To be the girl she knows,
But suddenly the floorboards fade,

they arrive like guests

unannounced

uninvited

but welcome

as if they were never gone at all

soft spoken creatures

draped in pale pink

like secrets almost told

they do not bloom loudly

i saw a girl once

laughter and sunshine in her opal eyes

a twitch of a smile almost too brief

hair so unruly as if the wind had made the strands its own

a lankiness to her like branches on the limbs of a tree

My brother is 4 years older than me 
And he's also 4 times better than me at most things. 

School, sports, music, art, 
Things I thought I was good at 
He would excel in. 

Two many were awake

Fall with dark coffee

keeping their eyes wide

Spring with sweet tea

Keeping their face bright

So Fall left their room

Summer’s dew tastes like peppers 

Fall’s dew tastes likes mushrooms

Winter’s dew tastes like mint

Yet loved more than most 

Is Spring’s special dew

I don't really know what I'm doing.

But I felt like I had to write something, 

so here it is;

here is my 

weak attempt at writing something

that could make somebody else feel a bit better.

Walking through the woods

I met a woman

With spring in her hair

Not flowers with colors that overwhelm

Not sunshine so bright it burns