What squeaks and squawks when thirsty,
But grows black if drinks extreme,
Bears the weight of Heaven’s gate,
And comes in twos and threes?
What holds castles together,
But with...
“Is it better to speak or to die?”
-Elio Perlman, Call Me By Your Name
You saw them
Light glimmering peacefully
And said nothing.
Smelt a familiar scent
A...
It beats and beats and beats.
Fog when I wake,
Thunder when I sleep.
It crackles; veins alight and aflare.
The rush comes unexpected,
A mistimed snare.
Mine, all mine,...
I wish I could go home.
Not the home you might be thinking of,
Where it’s full of yelling,
And laughter,
And the clatter of broken dishes,
And meaningful conversations.
That’s not...
I hear you cry, but where? Where do you hide?
Your shadow looms, yet never blocks the light.
Exist right here, if you may please abide,
and let me hold you close with all my might.
You...
“I am my mother’s child”
A phrase often used to empower
But for me
It's a reminder
A reminder of who I can be
What I’m capable of
How I laugh
What I feel
Even...
Once upon a time,
There was a girl with a runny nose
If her snot ever stopped
Nobody knows
Once upon a time,
A man waited for the bus
He waited and waited
And he made no...
Ink before pen; the line writes itself.
Choices unreal–merely illusion.
To fight the current would be but to carve the path.
The string will unravel, as does sanity.
Maybe it will...
When I was younger
I believed every plane
No matter what direction
Was my father
Coming home to me
A few years later
I wished
On every dandelion
To bring him back
There's...
Through every challenge, you stood strong,
a steady light when everything felt dark.
We didn’t need explanations,
just the quiet understanding between us.
In the hard moments,...
Her eyes are the shade of an autumnal Leaf
Every time I catch a glimpse, I feel like a thief
She completes me like a key to a lock
I carry her on my back as I walk
She’s too tired to go on
So...
Through every struggle, you were there,
a quiet presence when the world grew loud.
We didn’t need words,
just the comfort of knowing we shared the weight.
In the silence, in the ache,
you...
These past few months, I’ve been impatiently counting down the days I have left in this school. With each passing day, I grow more tired of the monotonous drone of classes;...