Poetry

Minds 

Alight 

With bubbling ideas, 

From pen 

To paper, 

Pages overflowing 

With words, 

Your hate has wrapped around our Neck

Dragging us down into your Hell 

Then your hands clutched our Own

Claws dug into our Skin

The pain is there to keep us in Check

Keeping us in our Cell

Some people look at me 

in my childish pigtails,

talking too loudly,

trying to get everybody to hear me.

And think they know everything about me.

That I'm a ditz,

Look in the mirror,

What do you see?

Someone,

Who will always be ugly?

Someone,

Who will never be pretty enough?

you had glitter

spilling out of your mouth

fine as stardust

golden as pollen

falling to the floor

feeding no one

you’re wasting yourself

now all you feel

is emptiness

What separates their grief from ours?

Research shows that elephants grieve

They have been seen to stand vigil

Quiet

    Quiet wailing 

He was the prince of the highest of the highest. 

She was a dirty, rotten lowlife.

He had everything.

She had nothing. 

He loved her.

I almost called you last night.

I picked up the phone, my finger hovering above your name.

I was going to tell you something funny,

I don’t remember what now,

The flowers died on Monday. 

They had always flourished before that.

Red, yellow, green, and blue. 

They were always full of life.

Like her.

everything is hot and stuffy 
our glasses sweat, 
they create pools of condensed water 
the table sticks to my elbows from humidity 
its plastic is scratched from so many plates before

we kissed 
your lips red and full
mine chalky and dry

you stomped by everyone's sleeping heads 
when i pushed u off 
dripping ur red lips 
from your angry veins

stains no one would see 

living for our friends to laugh

as we walk down the halls

hand in hand

or see each other in passing

and smile knowingly

living to show up to school

in your hoodie

or for you to show up in mine