Numb to the winter
Numb to the sun
Numb to the pain of a lost loved one
Numb to the laughter
Numb to the cheer
Numb to all the happiness i hear
But perhaps not numb;
Just simply cold
Please oh please warm up my soul
Dec 8, 2017
Dec 8, 2017 at 8:08 AM UTC
I need to do
So many things
But all I can bring myself to complete
Is this poem
So maybe
I should.
Nov 6, 2017
Nov 6, 2017 at 11:06 AM UTC
Little girl
Why do you sit so?
Wires spread across your lap
Connecting your head to something not there.
Do you not go outside?
Pale is your skin and so fast your fingers fly
Switching seamlessly to different devices
Wires stitching your reality together.
Old woman
Why do you stare so?
Clutching your purse
As if it was a link to sanity.
Do you not know how this works?
Wrinkled is your skin and in your eyes hardened judgement speaks
Blue veins showing in your mottled hands
Thin as the wires in my lap.
Little girl
Have you ever seen the face of the sun?
In my day the children were active.
Old woman
Have you not seen how the world has changed?
We are no longer allowed outside.
To be diligent students, we use technology
To connect with friends, we use technology
To be active in our society, we use technology
Do not take out your phone and tweet a picture of me
Comments disparaging of my generation's addiction to connection
And hold your head high that you have done right.
Do not shake your head at something you did not have access to
And deem it "useless" or "unneeded".
Do not scorn something you do not know.
But
If you would be willing to change with the world
I am a good source to learn from.
Just ask me.
Oct 18, 2017
Oct 18, 2017 at 8:53 AM UTC
Writing may be a talent
But it is not mine to claim
It is yours
To judge me worthy of.
Writer may be a title
But it is not mine to claim
It is yours
To bestow upon me.
However
My love for writing
Cannot be judged or bestowed upon
It simply is.
And in that way,
We’re all poets.
Sep 18, 2017
Sep 18, 2017 at 8:32 PM UTC
Sheet music
Nothing more
than black dots on black lines on a white page.
Then why is it
that when I play those notes
I see color?
Maybe sheet music
is a coloring book.
Sep 14, 2017
Sep 14, 2017 at 7:36 PM UTC
Sometimes I feel like I'm a chore
That everyone forgot they had to take care of
Until the last moment
Aug 21, 2017
Aug 21, 2017 at 6:20 PM UTC
A glorious midday is upon us
The sun dripping in our palms
Like water scooped from a crystal clear lake
Watch me fling it out, watch the ripples on the surface
Ripples like rocks that you skip into the ocean
Flying from your hands, gracefully leaving a pattern until it sinks
Washed away by the constant motion
Back away from the waves that you created
Right into my waiting arms
And as the sun melts into the horizon
A memory washes over me, quick as a wave
Of our hands, desperately scrambling to catch mere drippings of sunlight
While the stars' light washes over us.
Aug 21, 2017
Aug 21, 2017 at 5:57 PM UTC
Human decency is seeing if someone is hurting
And helping,
Right?
But they come closer
Asking
"You ok?"
Patting me
Hugging me
Theres too many
I don't want this
The world is spinning
Im going too fast
And all they can do is touch me
As I shiver in silent protest.
Jul 14, 2017
Jul 14, 2017 at 3:39 PM UTC
She shook the teacher's
Hand so fast it was like she
Was running away
Jun 17, 2017
Jun 17, 2017 at 10:35 AM UTC
I wear this smile on my face
It feels so often out of place
My lips stretched tight over pearly teeth
Eyes showing the truth hidden beneath
And in the corners of my mouth
A drop of blood drips slowly south
But when the facade is wiped off at last
My expression and my emotions seem
mismatched.
Jun 15, 2017
Jun 15, 2017 at 8:54 AM UTC