staring at a screen
it says ‘bad gateway’
what does it mean?

I don't know
but I've seen this before
that's why I'm in
survival mode
it's gonna be okay
I'll just take the next road
left

writing poems...
in my head

Afraid to make new friends,  

afraid to even say hello,

keeping everyone at arm's length,

any more heartbreak I cannot take,

I would rather be alone,

than be left broken again.

make-up here
makeup there
following the trends
next week it'll end
shopping to spend
daddy's money to rent
a fake smile
a clear skin
no underchin
jewelry and rings

so boys will see
straight from afar

what a dream you are…

fake

I hear "goodbye"

while you say

"stay another mile"

but girlie
don't you see
you're running a marathon

with high heels sweetie

i sat in the forest --
picking up leaves
and ripping them
in different ways,
different shapes
because everyone is different.

and they all break differently.

i picked a once green leaf
that was staring to brown
on the edges.

i ripped it
and it didn't break
slowly
like the others.

it just fell apart
in my hands.

but it made me look up at the
sunbeams
slipping between
the tall forest trees.

realising,
not everyone breaks slowly.

some people crumble and fall apart
all at once.

and that's okay.

the unlimited stories
unfold slowly,
words floating in
little minds
already worried about
too much.

we were read stories
as a kid,
too many --
umlimited.

some stick,
some don't.

so let the stories unfold
and take in the words,
let them float around your head awhile.

don't think about the story
too seriously --
just imagine.
let it sit for some time.