Posts
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Island
I would feel -
relaxed if I were
on an island by myself.
I could forget about
my life
forget about overdue math
and whether I'm behind or not
doing the right thing is always wrong
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Auditions
I like auditioning. I like it because it makes me feel special - I like the anticipation, walking in that room, and just getting to play what you've practiced. It's predictable.
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Deja vu
I've been here before
I know this feeling
the impending sense of
happening.
It's going to happen
it's inevitable
is this a mistake?
I will back off so fast if you tell me you don't want it.
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Remarkable
I don't know you
I want to
but not yet.
I know you are more useful to me as a faraway rival
of extraordinary difficulty
than as a friend right now
I also know I won't have a choice next year.
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Love language
Duet
starting together ending together
weaving around each other's sound
adapting tuning
instinctively fitting into the tone
the way we want to do this
the contrast
played so perfectly
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The boys in my class
The agony of the human race
simple creatures
snickering at my poetry
banging their fists against their heads
stalling work
reading mushy parts of books they pretend not to enjoy
saying stupid things
Loves
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ode for the girls in seventh grade
you’re perfect.
all of you.
and i don’t need to say more
but i will
because i want to write about every one of you
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"perfect."
I pick at my face
on a daily basis.
Rub my finger over
my acne scars and oily skin,
trying to convince myself
I'm this "imperfect slice of perfection"
all these influencers
claim I am.
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nightingales
We hold hands and they call us lovebirds,
But they are too colorful and noticeable,
Not nearly strong enough as your grip,
As your hands around my waist,
Keeping me from falling (but it's already too late.)
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Real happiness
From past friends
or mild acquaintances
there will be times where I am not only acknowledged
but appreciated
it makes me happy
makes me content
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My writing
My favorite type of writing
is when I'm in the zone
I'm typing
no hesitations
just plugging in all of my honest thoughts and opinions into my somewhat-anonymous profile
spinning deeper and deeper into my spirals
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A Lingering Memory
I never wanted him to let me go… I just wanted the old him. But I guess letting me go was the best option for him. Still, it hurts to think that those times are now just memories.