Poetry

Thus blows a wind,

Sharp as sand,

Cold as ice,

Hard as stone.

Thus blows a wind,

Softer than sheep,

Warm as the sun,

Smooth as slate.

First day of high school.

And before the first bell even rings,

three kids are in handcuffs.

Being dragged out of the gym,

To be loved by a poet is to live forever

Therefore, to be a poet is to be a god

To be a poet is to carve cathedrals out of words

To worship the language that builds your life

The Bible ends the flood with hope 
Genesis 9:11,  never again by water 
But this afternoon, I learned 
God never promised about fire 

I hate that 
Icarus gets all the ink. 
His hubris penned down for eternity while 
His scorched flesh watched on. 

But never is it Daedalus. 
Daedalus, who waits. 
The waiting Daedalus. 

If we get scared, they have us in their pockets.

If we don't, all they have is blood.

And blood is not a weapon. 

 Calm is the wind,

 Never a dull blemish,

 Calloused into the land.

“Blunt the sword”,

 Cried the makers of peace,

Inhale,

Begin to sigh,

Climbing a ridge.

Exhale,

Falling back down,

Crunching all the way.

i can’t express how much i love theatre

but sometimes people don’t understand

understand that the world doesn’t solely revolve around this particular show

sometimes i wonder what it would be like to have somebody who texted first

who would enjoy my texts however long they were

who would care when i’m sad

but i’ve just given up hope

What am I doing?

What am I doing?

I say I love this

and I like to think that I'm good at it

Am I?

I don't think so anymore

I forget to practice for lessons I dread

Twinkle, twinkle

little star

how I wonder what you are

am I your star?

Up above the world so high

that's where you are

that's where I want to be