I can really appreciate rainy days.
Sometimes the sun is too harsh
Or the snow too bitter.
Give me days where the clouds,
like my eyes,
Are overcast and the fog,
like my shoulders,
Hang low.
Something about bleak colors
Cold earth, speckled windshields,
That I embody.
Melancholy
Sympathizing with
Worms drowning in puddles
Lacking the energy to save them.
Empty bottles kicked beneath feet
Only to be forgotten and left
Sinking in the mud
Ind
Jaiden,
This must be very, very rough for you,
And I’m sorry that it had to happen like this.
Rest assured, this is hard for me too.
Making the decision was something I did
Because I thought it would make things easiest.
College is already on its way,
Life is changing,
We are changing,
Time is changing.
We both knew this would have to happen sooner or later,
And it does suck.
But I want you to know that it was never
Because of anyt
You asked me to write you a poem.
I’m sure that you hoped for a love poem
So sweet that it makes your teeth hurt.
I’m sorry but I can’t do that.
I can’t write you a love poem.
But if you let me
I will write you a new sky,
Describe to you in detail the way the clouds war
In the moments before they’re about to cry.
I can’t write you a love poem.
Instead, I can write you butterflies.
Butterflies that tickle your stomach
In those precious seconds before
Planes leave the ground,
Befor
Nostalgia
I saw three young children
Jumping on a trampoline today
And it made me sad
Because I remember being that young
And finding joy in small things,
Such as trampolines,
But now I am older
And I find joy in nothing.
Two Cents
There are some things
That I will never forget.
Like the habit of asking
“Two cents for your thoughts.”
As if thoughts can be bought
Using any type of currency.
Since none of that makes sense,
Here, take two.
It may not be much
But at least it means something.
It’s always worth something
If it’s coming from you.
There are some things
That will always survive
In my mind like how
Instead of two cents
You always gave five
Because you always sought
To find what I’d hidde
Three Little Girls
Envy stood at the edge of the park
With her pudgy arms folded
Across her small chest.
She scowled at the children
Who sat in the sandbox
And left no room for her.
Lust kicked the grass
And shrieked at those kids
“I want it! I need it!
I must have it! It’s mine!”
Greed pushed and shoved,
The girl with brown curls.
She punched and bit
The arms of the boys
Until the sandbox was empty
For only her use.
Gluttony’s Feast and Sloth’s Defeat
Gluttony arrived
In the
Unrequited Love
I’m hopelessly in love with my best friend.
Back then, my life was a song
With the bright music that reminds you of your youth
The one that screams “I’m wild! I’m free!”
Like doves we stuck together
Like ying and yang we were complete opposites
But somehow always seemed to fit.
Like the moon and the stars,
We were works of art.
And yes the moon had suitors but everyone must have known
That I was just one rock
In comparison to a billion suns.
My words a jester’s nonse
Sunset
I’m surprised
By the gentleness
Of his lips against mine,
Like the sun kissing the horizon.
I can feel the colors
Pulse through my veins;
In my fingertips-
In my toes.
The kind of sunset
You want to capture
And never let go.
The kind of sunset that is inspired
By divine artists.
The kind you can feel-
Not just see.
But I wonder-
Can he feel the colors too?
Everything ends.
There was a girl
That was my best friend.
Together we did so much.
We went on coffee dates at the Starbucks downtown.
And sent each other pictures of the clouds.
We wrote poetry
And lived for foggy days.
We made awkward eye contact with boys to see their reactions
Wrote handwritten letters with coded messages.
But everything ends
And I’m scared that now she sees me
When she buys coffee at Starbucks
But I’m not there.
I fear that she sees me standing in the fog
Or