Calico Frost

Calico Frost

VT

13 years old

Posts

  • Stuck

    Each poem

    each message

    deleted

    one

    after

    the other.

    The words don't flow freely anymore,

    now slow and sticky

    not flying out my fingers in their regular way.

    I can't make it work

  • Lost

    The day I lost my youth completely

    the sweet scent of childhood

    swept away by the sharp,

    tangy,

    sensation of adolescence.

    I have chased after my hopes and dreams

  • Emotions

    As my parents would put it,

    in a funk.

    As my friends would put it,

    depressed

    or

    tired.

    How I put it,

    aware of real life and frustrated and upset.

  • The Woods

    At first, it is boring

    irritating

    because I don't want to be there.

    But quickly

    as I enter the woods

    the cool, damp springy air

    tinted with the scent of ferns that lie on either side of the trail.

  • Plans

    Planning

    Every day

    Every chance that is given

    Scheduling

    Organizing RSVPs

    Bugging people to respond.

    Talking to the caterer -

    We can have bourekas after all -

    And studying

  • Lemonade

    I slip through the house

    tiptoeing through the hallways that loom over my sensitive ears

    I enter the kitchen

    where a pitcher of lemonade is sitting on the counter.

    Yes.

Loves

  • 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

  • Days like these

    I hold a dandelion to my lips,

    The skeletal puff of its existence -

    And I blow on it gently

    After thinking hard:

    What should I wish for?

    For my friends to never have to leave?

    To stop being so behind

  • Playlist

    A ton of songs -

    Over fifty -

    I love them all,

    But fade so quickly.

    My interest dies

    By the tenth repetition,

    And so I move on

    To a cooler mission.

    This beat, this soundtrack

    On a loop.

  • Amongst the clover

    Here you lie,

    Upon the grass,

    Clover disguising your fragile body.

    Far away from your nest and kin,

    How did you get here?

     

    Ruining your innocence

    Ruining mine

    Comes the wheel - 

  • all at once

    Overwhelmed

    by everything unexplainable,

    everything that can't be put into words.

    There is too much that needs to be let go

    so it comes out silently,

    but is never fully gone.