QueenBee

QueenBee

VT

14 years old

Posts

  • 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

  • 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. 

  • 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.

  • 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.

  • 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

  • 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

  • "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.

  • 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.)

     

  • 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

  • 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.