Poetry

Disclaimer:
I am not a pretentious fool.
I know my worth.
I am not going to write about
How the spirit of the people who built this country
Sways with the wind in our flag!!!!11!!!!1!!

before leaning into you for the first time I didn't realize that

you’re the person that can stitch a smile on my face even when I'm sad 

you’re the person that embraces me because you know

They smile,

They laugh,

But in their eyes I see something,

A sadness,

A pain.

We are the evil we have been afraid of, yet the hope we need to survive.

The crickets are chirping softly.

The moon is out,

Bright and glorious.

Cars race as fast as they can to get back home.

It was a clear sunny day. 

The ducks were swimming in the pond gracefully. 

The water of the pond was as green as the trees. 

it's true, i would miss you.
you wouldn't be a door away anymore, and it would hurt.

Click.

Fawkes the phoenix towers over the Avengers headquarters.
I snap Darth Vader onto Fawkes' left wing.
He laughs.

I wonder-
Has this sliver of light ever felt so warm?

When I was in seventh grade, my teacher put on our desks a pop quiz and question one was hard, but question five was harder (was the colonization of America inevitable?) and I stared at that question because I couldn't stop thinking about my home

I am one…

I am one with the land.

I am one with the sea.

I am one with the animals.

I am one with the trees.

I go through weeks like I do sheets of paper, or hair ties, or poems. 

I use them all up but I can't remember what I wrote. 

Years are like that too. Someone asks what I did last Monday 

Words slip through my fingertips

every so often.

Experiences in foreign countries,

meeting new people, and even falling in love—

all boiled into delusion.