Late one night
walking home
alone
I felt a long pink
finger nail
touch the
pad of my thumb finger
and it was my own
and somehow
I thought
to my grandma
how many bottles
of pink nail polish
collected in that
far from antique
white plastic container
and at visits
the rummaging
I would do
inspecting each color
and she taught me how
to paint each nail
one on the left,
one in the center,
one on the right,
for each nail
and when they
were drying she
would tell me
to blow
I would sit
so tall and proud
for not having smudged them
Such a childish thing
and yet how warmly
I remember this
when she died
I could have all of her
nail polishes
Dec 1, 2018
Dec 1, 2018 at 8:12 PM UTC
In a cloud of smoke you mask
At the bottom of a bottle she masks
Feb 18, 2016
Feb 18, 2016 at 12:41 PM UTC
He wears a Beanie
Aviator Sunglasses
Stumble over wheels
Look
Eye contact
I smile
You blow a kiss
I want to wink
I don't
I smile
I like you
I'll never see you again
Bicycle boy.
Aug 11, 2015
Aug 11, 2015 at 7:47 PM UTC
Are you there?
Prove yourself to me.
Is your name God?
Or is it Joe, or Tiffany.
May 5, 2015
May 5, 2015 at 8:25 PM UTC
Everyday come
Fill me
Reflect off of me, please
Days go by
Day after day
You used to worship me.
Worship my truth.
You came to me like a
sinner and
spilled all
of your secrets in
me.
I reflect my truth faithfully
back at you.
And you act
like i'm
hell
Jan 28, 2015
Jan 28, 2015 at 8:12 PM UTC
Chaos at lunch
I study
A tap on the shoulder
"My friend likes you, can he have your number?"
An older boy
Shake my head no
You sure?
No.
Walks away
Minutes pass.
Should've said yes.
Dec 20, 2014
Dec 20, 2014 at 11:03 AM UTC
Hey redhead! Redhead redhead! Cherry!
Hey!
He likes you!
Nov 29, 2014
Nov 29, 2014 at 8:03 AM UTC
When I was in 4th grade
I wanted to be beautiful
So I put on eye shadow when
My mum couldn't see
In 5th grade, I wanted to be thin
Have long skinny legs
And a flat stomach
And pretty hair
So I curled it
and I straightened it
In 6th grade
I wanted to be popular
and all the popular girls were pretty
So I tried to look like them
So I could meet the new kids
At middle school
In seventh grade
I wanted sleek shiny hair
and a smaller
Nose
and pretty eyes
and
Whiter teeth
And in eighth grade
I wanted to be me
And in ninth grade
I wanted to be free
Nov 26, 2014
Nov 26, 2014 at 6:53 PM UTC
He wasn't always this way
A life of smoke and ash.
He's A burned house
Only ash remains.
" He wasn't always this way"
I declare.
Not knowing his past.
But knowing no one starts like ashes.
No one starts like the ruins of his old home
Which was burned down
While his mother was still inside
No one starts like his mother ended.
He wasn't always this way.
Now he lives in ashes.
He lives for smolder. Lives for smoke.
Lives for ashes.
With every cigarette he has
Every drug he sells.
He lives in smoke.
Smoke and cinder.
His teenage lungs up in smoke.
His brain fiery addicted.
He said he didn't care.
A life in smoke.
A young life... tossed before the flames
Consumed
They lick up his soul
Relieved
He is.
Cindering, smoking
Smoldering.
Burned.
Cauterize the wound.
Obtain life again from the ashes
That were the death of you and your mother.
Like a Phoenix be reborn from the rubble
Smoldering and roaring
You are a beautiful flame.
Obtain beautiful flame.
Not searing flame
So I then I won't have to say
He wasn't always this way.
Nov 22, 2014
Nov 22, 2014 at 9:25 AM UTC
Newbury
Strum chords
Very urban
Man
Hair in bun
Guitar
Strum strum
music stops
Forehead creases
I have to go now.
Says Into microphone
Aug 25, 2014
Aug 25, 2014 at 3:04 PM UTC