I like both boys and girls
They both are stunning to me
The way their hair blows in the wind
The way they laugh
The way they dress
I want to be just like them
I want to love them both
The girls seem to be okay with that
But the boys don’t like the way I barely shave my legs
The boys don’t like the jorts I wear on a hot sunny day
The boys somewhat like my jokes
Only a few of them do though
And I wonder why a girl can think I’m so stunning but a boy can just throw me out
Maybe I look to much like their friends
I love the way I am though
I know there are some boys my age that would like me
But I just wonder why I’m so odd to them
Maybe dating me makes them feel gay
Dating girls makes me feel straight
Maybe I’m to boyish
I like boys though
May 11
May 11, 2026 at 11:34 PM UTC
I get this tingle up my arms
Whenever I hear a good voice
Its so satisfying
Whenever a trumpet snarls in my ear
Completes a arrangement
When me and my partner in crime matched tones for the first time
I saw music
Before when I heard my father singing back when I was a little girl
I discovered music
When I joined choir I wasn't alone
I heard so many voices
And when I turned 14 I learned how to learn
And now I learn music
I'll get those chills up my back
Whenever I match that pitch
And whenever the people I love make their own music
And they thrive
It sounds so good
Sounds like love
Music theory was never just written down
Its in our bodies
We all have a music spark
For the language humans speak isn't assigned color or ethnicity
Its in the vibrations of our reeds
Our lips
Our vocal strings
Our ears will gather data of the first love we all hear
Music of crys in a hospital
And a death rattle on a death bed
Depends on how you want to see it
Or play it
Or read it
Just don't squeak it
Jan 26
Jan 26, 2026 at 1:58 AM UTC
I think of a new idea and I jot it
I’ll type it and spell it
Wrong
In my right mind
It will be perfect
My perfect mind will never be enough for the world
But the lesser will hear me
And I will make us equal
I can’t rise long
But I still can
I can dance and sing
I can write
I can’t stay the same
But I’ll say your name
Even after years of hurt
I’ll say you did something good in my life
You will show up in poems
You will show up in dreams
And we will be equal
Because you can’t write like me
People from the streets can feel more than me
Their scars speak more then that $
And when they die and are in a grave
They will have a story
You will have a lesson
Jan 26
Jan 26, 2026 at 1:54 AM UTC
Limerence is an odd thing.
I went over to your house again.
The same situation, all over again.
Except this time it was slightly different.
I had more control and felt euphoric.
Now I feel insane when I’m without you.
When you’re gone, who will I talk to?
I want to be so close to you that I can’t get any closer.
I guess I was when we were together.
With you, I feel happier than ever.
Are we meant to be together?
I think it’s best if we stay apart,
But oh how it hurts my heart.
I don’t wanna leave your side.
Maybe I am broken inside.
I hope, I ache, I reach for love but you can’t see my true face.
You only see my silhouette
You can see me but you can’t see who I am.
You’ve crossed every border of my skin,
But never asked who lives within.
When I think of you my palms get clammy and my stomach turns.
This doesn’t feel like love should.
This is just wrong.
When I think about you I get anxious.
So do I really like everything about you?
And do you like everything about me?
Or do you just make me feel loved?
And do I just satisfy you?
Do I like you?
Or do you solve my Limerence?
Jan 21
Jan 21, 2026 at 8:02 PM UTC
If I can’t reach the top of the shelf then I’ll find a book better for my height
And I’ll wait until I’m ready to grow up up up
If I need a water break while I’m on the feild then I’ll ask for my break
But until then I’ll keep growing
And even after the fact I’ll go back and work harder
And stronger
And better
Each key i break on my saxophone can always be fixed
And if it’s really that bad I’ll get myself I new one
Because one way or another I will play
And I will sing through that bell
I will scream
I will sing with my people
And I’ll harmonize with my best friends by my side
Our opinions may clash and clank
But after these hardships I bet we will be in sync
But we have our own warmups to do
And even if I feel so low and gloomy
I can still look for the good in my days
Like how I’m slowly getting the courage to cross the street alone
Because one day I want to lead my people
My team
My section
My choir
My littlest
But I’m to weak
So I will pick myself up and lead myself first
Even if I’m holding back the rising tide in my head
But like I said if I need a water break I’ll get it
Because when I am ready I will grow
And reach that book
Jan 21
Jan 21, 2026 at 7:54 PM UTC
The brass reflects in the beams
All these pretty keys have a meaning
A purpose
I wish I had a range like a saxophone
No squeaks no mistakes
I can never seem to properly replace my own reed
I slur my words and phrases
Not like a written slur
I sound uneven and janky
Sax or not
I can't seem to grasp my breath
Or the courage
I felt like ever since I lost something in me
My notes haven't sounded good enough
There is something going on with my saxophone
I'll hug it tight
And ill tell her she's perfect no matter the flaws
Jan 21
Jan 21, 2026 at 7:51 PM UTC
Why should my noise be simpler than yours
Why do people take the time to try to understand me through squeaks
When you play perfect tempo
Why is my own self somehow worth more when you can read smoother than me
Why do people cover their ears all because your louder truths
Why do people listen to my quiet wrongs
Why do we work in ways that are different
Why do I choke on my reed from that bitter sweet
Why can you just simply attach your mouthpiece
Why do I have more keys
Why do you have more vibrations
And why does that matter when we both play out of a bell
Jan 21
Jan 21, 2026 at 7:46 PM UTC