J_Kramer

When you’re gone I’ll think of every missed call

I’ll summon your sunny warmth and laughter

Without you, who will catch me if I fall?

Your stars always kept night lit long after

HEADLINES

Big words jumping out at you from creased paper, casually thrown on the counter, demanding attention 

Meaningless opinions coated in fallacies

A POEM BY MY SISTER <3:

dew drips from a leaf

a leaf that a little caterpillar walks on

it will soon be transformed

into a majestic pollinator

its climbs to a branch on a small tree

When I clear my mind 

I just push you down deeper

into my core

until I just can't tell the difference

between thinking you and feeling you

now you have become part of me

and I'm tired of falling

I lived in a world where outer beauty is the only kind that people see. I’d rather observe it from a rocking chair at the library back home, bearing down on an incredibly scripted work of art.

I’m four years old and it’s pumpkin season again. 

I’m holding tightly to my best friend’s mittened hand 

and feeling the wind whipping at my face, 

turning the tip of my nose pink,