stars are perhaps the most magical thing of all
in her otherwise unmagical world
constellations steal her breath away
as they sweep across the sky
in a never ending rotation
she sits on the patio on her roof
to do so
she sneaks out at one in the morning
and tiptoes up a metal spiral staircase
outside her house
she lays down
and looks at the stars in the clear night sky
there is no pollution down at that private shore
and she is the only one up and out
at the time in that place
it is only her
and the stars
Jan 23, 2021
Jan 23, 2021 at 2:02 PM UTC
her eyes her eyes her eyes
are exquisitely annoying
what she would do to have that gone
and it is a rash and she is acting rashly
but she hates it and it keeps going on
her eyes her eyes her eyes
Jan 23, 2021
Jan 23, 2021 at 2:01 PM UTC
my heart walks the fine, grey line
that hovers between platonic and romantic
feelings for her
or him
probably her
you are so so very incredible
and i continue to trip and fall as i attempt
to balance myself on the fine, grey line
i am so so very confused
as you are my everything
and i feel like nothing when i am not with you
what line is there?
Jan 21, 2021
Jan 21, 2021 at 3:25 PM UTC
she has played many instruments in her lifetime
first was piano
then the viol
then viola
then cello
then guitar
guitar was eye opening
each string was a strong reassurance
every chord was a kiss on the cheek
guitar was the quiet embrace
of two long lost friends
finally finding each other again
Jan 19, 2021
Jan 19, 2021 at 5:40 PM UTC
her eyes are crochet pillows upon a peach couch
that is subsequently her face
red and puffy and not very comfortable
there are only two blues;
her irises
and the gloom that she feels every day
are you ok?
what happened?
people ask as they pass her on the street
nothing
she says
im allergic to something
she adds
what?
they ask
she do not know
though she has the inkling of an idea
that she is in fact
allergic to unwanted attention
Jan 19, 2021
Jan 19, 2021 at 5:35 PM UTC
sores and aches decorate her body like
christmas lights and tinsel and mistletoe
a red light on her shoulder
green lighting up her stomach
and rudolf has no red nose
but red eyes
and rudolf hates himself
a lot
she is rudolf
the red eyed
reindeer
she cries snowflakes
and blankets the land
with pillars of ice and snow
made of tears
merry christmas
Jan 19, 2021
Jan 19, 2021 at 9:08 AM UTC
she plays soccer
it’s
ok?
her coach is flamboyant
and loud
and nice
and she feels
so so very small
even though she is goalie
and has big feet
and spidery hands
she faces a lot of doubt
in goal
at home
on the court where she practices
is she valued?
is she liked?
do people think she’s ok?
does it matter?
Jan 18, 2021
Jan 18, 2021 at 10:07 PM UTC
her way of venting is unique
other than poems
which is pretty normal
she thinks
while showering
she sits down
puts some background beats on high
and sings her heart out
it’s all improvisation
but it helps
a little
tonight
she sang of hurt and
staying alive
for her friend’s sakes
but never for her own
is she ok?
she doesn’t know
Jan 18, 2021
Jan 18, 2021 at 10:06 PM UTC
the outside world isn’t bad
in fact,
it is much more of a home to her now
even though the weather is cold and dry
and her lips are chapped and so are her eyes
the outside world is good
she can breathe out there
she comes and goes
maybe she walks half a mile
maybe she walks six
every time she comes back to the house,
though
so no one cares
she’s alright
Jan 18, 2021
Jan 18, 2021 at 10:04 PM UTC
she leaves for hours on end
then she comes back
eats
sleeps
school
out
Jan 18, 2021
Jan 18, 2021 at 10:04 PM UTC