moonriseee

moonriseee

PA

14 years old

Posts

  • Dear Rigby

    the road turns slow past the fields

    stone crackles under the tires like a voice i forgot i missed

    i lean forward in my seat holding my breath

    because there you are

    just past the trees

  • Summer

    the air tastes like honey and promise 

    sticky with the scent of blooming jasmine 

    and freshly cut grass that crunches beneath bare feet 

    the sky drips blue 

    stretching wider every afternoon 

  • Turning A Page

    Verse 1
    The sun sets slow on this fading day,
    I see your faces, but they feel far away.
    Laughter lingers in the hollow air,
    But something’s shifting like you’re not really there.

  • the hand

    there is a hand squeezing my heart

    tight slow like it knows every part of me

    holding on to the pieces i’m leaving behind

    the empty rooms the silent voices the half spoken goodbyes

    it does not let go

  • Dress

    sometimes the dress feels like a soft breath

    a quiet hope wrapped in fabric

    that touches my skin like a secret i’m afraid to speak aloud

    it’s the way light moves when i twirl

    the way i feel seen without saying a word

  • what’s next

    she walks into the room like a sentence that forgot to whisper

    light brown hair pulled back in a way that says she didn’t try

    but still somehow gets it right

    clear glasses catching the light

Loves

  • Love

    I love

    Snowy stage band mornings

    Dark and cold

    Blowing in the door with some random trumpet player

    Our conductor's coffee

    Wet I-just-showered hair

    Bedhead, the age-old oops-forgot-my-folder

  • Every time

    Every time

    I give and give and give

    Ask you questions

    Advice

    Support you

    Every single time

    Even when I should know better by now

    And you pretty much ignore me and just rant to yourself

  • I don't

    I don't

    Open at your words

    Your touch

    I don't

    Listen to

    Anyone anymore.

    I am completely in my head.

    I know we don't have time for this mess.

    I do it anyway.

    I don't

    Pay attention.

  • I want to cry

    I want to cry.

    I want to cry

    But I cannot.

    Graduation

    Graduation

    They're leaving

    It's finally happening and how will I survive

    What if this what if that

    Stress

    Schoolwork

  • Expectations

    There are

    So many things.

    So many things

    So many people

    Want from me.

    Is it too much to ask for a break?

    Am I allowed to

    Have a few seconds to myself or

    Am I just a machine?