People need space to
Express negativity
But I have none left

Those who are louder
Spread their anger far and wide
I'm left crowded out

Self-made apathy
Is not a healthy method
But it's all I have

That feeling
That I can't describe

When I know someone is genuine

It's physical
And emotional
It's happy
But calmly
Without any flourishes
Or bubbles
I feel it in my chest
A feeling of connection
It's...warm?
Not quite the right word
It's lukewarm
But bright
And roundish
Kinda like a sphere
Sitting next to my heart
Centered in my chest
There's love
But little magic
It's pure
Unfiltered
Connection
When I think of someone's face
I see open eyes
Open to watch another
But not wide with shock
I see a small smile
I hear a voice
Clear as a bell
And indeed
I think of pure
Golden bells
Not twinkling
Not ringing
Just a single
Unbroken note
I think of gold
Or is it orange?
Yellow?
Orange with a yellow halo?
It's energy
But not radiant
Not growing
Not destroying
Not dark
The feeling I get
When reading a classmate's essay
Or reading a good fanfiction

All this
Does not capture the feeling
But at least I tried my best

Ouch
I'm sore all over
The strain of past performances
Tugging at my muscles
It hurts to breathe
The involuntary souvenir
Of the city
Flaring up again
Every time I move

But also lingers
The memories
Of dancing
Performing
Growing
Of laughing with my companions
And friendly competition
And getting high on sleep deprivation
The crazy bus rides
The bustle of the city
The adventures we had

I bring back pain
But more importantly
I bring joy
And experience
And love

But still

Ouch

Waiting
Watching
Constantly reloading
Buzzing
Stirring
Mind's gears whirring
Music
Playing
Restlessness staying
No newness
No action
Not a single distraction
Just me
Waiting
Anticipating
Out of things to do
My patience is through
But boredom
Doesn't hurry
My mind's
Going blurry
UUGGHHHHH

I’m tired of all back and forth politics
It makes me sick
Like spring
When the pollen hits
Words get manipulated
Bend like contortionist
How unfortunate
That we speak the same language
But entirely different dialects
This is not a test
And if it was
The answer wouldn’t be no or yes
Fill in the blanks
To what you think is best
No wrong answer
So you try to guess
No wrong answer
But your Incorrect

Grounded in faith
I lay
In rich fertile soil
And so
I am ready to grow

Watered by His blood
I sprout
And put out leaves
And so
His sacrifice lets me live

In the light of His glory
I bloom
And free my petals
And so
His resurrection gives me hope

On this holy day
I free
My imprisoned hallelujah
The Lord is risen indeed
Hallelujah