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Teaspoon /ˈtēˌspo͞on/
Well, just because you've got the emotional range of a teaspoon doesn't mean we all have
I used to say that to everyone
inspired by the character
wanting to be her
strong and smart
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When you're scared
When you're scared you stop doing things you love
because you don't know what's next
and I've been thinking so far ahead
getting so competitive
I forgot what it's all about
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2.5
Grades are tanking
hope is failing
I am a pile of busywork and small talk
a job I need to pay for my dream
a dream I've given up on
it's safer to give up than to pursue
pursuing hurts more than it's worth
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Number crunching
Time crunch of number crunching
calculators I didn't know we could use
a packet I'm so screwed for
a teacher who doesn't teach
I have never been this panicked
meltdown mode
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Untitled
Am I not good enough for you?
Am I not good enough for anything important?
I'm trying so hard to balance school and math packets that don't work and compositions that don't make sense
and I'm trying to chase my dreams
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Laughter
Your laughter is expensive -
it comes at a cost,
one I achieved just barely last night.
If I don't try,
it comes easy.
Be funny
be cool
be liked
I want you to think I am those things
Loves
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Countdown of Being a Girl
Fourteen
Fourteen years ago
My life became automatically harder
Because of how I looked
Thirteen
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Case file
I love it when you call me
by my name.
When you label me.
Like a doll sitting in
the display.
Read out my description.
Learn my characteristics.
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confession
you could say
i lied
i am not like you
i wish i wasyou could say
my message in a bottle
drifts across the sea
a quiet cry for help
no one will receive
no one will ever know
who i am -
Tears
When your Ex-Bff asks,
Are you okay?
You know you look like tears are about to stream down your face,
I was sitting alone at a table,
I can hear people muttering about me,
But I don't care,
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"there's this guy..."
there's this guy
funny
smart
athletic
shorter than me though
i've known him awhile
since third grade when i came to our small school
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Slack line
I walk a fine line.
Life and death.
Funny and weird.
Smart and dumb.
Waiting for a light breeze to blow me one way.
Will I stay on this line forever?
When will I get off?