QueenBee

QueenBee

VT

13 years old

Posts

  • Schoolwork

    Schoolwork

    Homework

    How exciting.

    I think my teachers are trying to kill me.

    They assign lots of assignments

    Worksheets, sometimes a quiz

    Normally I wouldn't mind

    But I'm not a math whiz.

  • Timeless

    I wanted to stay there forever

    Under that tree with you.

    I wanted to lie there

    Live beneath the sky's blue.

    I wanted to look at the constellations at night

    And name the clouds' shapes in the daytime.

  • Irreplaceable

    Irreplaceable

    Is us

    You and I

    Together

    Joking and laughing from things like the weather

    To ghost cows and weird books and crazy ideas

    To fanfictions and emails and drafts we'll never send.

  • Falling Lasts Forever

    I don't believe in love at first sight.

    I don't believe in miracles

    That happen overnight.

    I don't believe in princes

    With perfect hair and smiles

    And I don't believe in fairy godmothers

  • You Wish

    You wish I'd give in

    You wish I'd give up.

    You'd wish I'd stop fighting

    For me and for us.

    You wish I'd stop arguing

    Stop pointing fingers

    You wish I'd quit blaming

    But my fire, it lingers.

  • Over It

    We were great, sure

    Until suddenly we weren't.

    I liked you as a person

    But not much more than a friend.

    You were cool and funny

    I was, well, am, me.

    We got a long just fine

    But you wanted more from me.

Loves

  • squishy

    There’s a squishy feeling, like your fingers  
    pressed into soft dough,  
    the way your body sinks  
    into the warm, endless bed of a blanket.  

  • School

    School’s great. I *love* waking up early  
    to sit through hours of stuff I’ll forget.  
    Lunch? A gourmet mystery I’ll never solve.  
    Tests? Oh, the thrill of failing with style.  

  • River

    We clash like stones along the shore,
    Rough and stubborn, fighting more,
    In every word, in every glance,
    A storm ignites, a battle dance.

  • Will You Bloom Again?

    This is a piece I originally wrote for the Pulitzer Poetry Contest, originally titled “Flowers Do Not Heal”. Rereading this, I decided that flowers DO heal, and they bloom again.