I feel the pressure of a million tons sitting atop my chest, pressing on my heart like snowcaps on mountaintops, and each new thing is another drop of rain in a hurricane, wearing me down until I am smoothened and hardened and my color has been bleached out but wearing a mask is so much easier than taking one off
I wish I could cry
pulling
It’s pulling me
the swirling hand of the depths of who knows
And I’m being drowned
nobody on the land can hear my screams
because they’re the silent type
ones i brush off as easily as one would a piece of lint on a sweater
my eyes are drooping
a storm is brewing
and the riptide is pulling me
out to sea
to isolate me
and to let me die
and at this point
its a sweet relief from the relentless bartering from the sea as it turned against me
and pulled me
down
down
down
down
Youth
You say being young is energizing
It’s great to be young
Carefree, and jubilant
Experiencing the world with our own eyes before the adults insist we need glasses to help us see
But youth isn’t what you think it is because...
Youth is rushing to grow up and
Youth is you should know better than that, you’re 10!
and youth is it’s time to start growing up and
youth is never just have fun since
it’s always do your schoolwork so you can succeed in life
and youth isn’t endless days of summer, ending with roasting marshmallows around an open flame and a perfect family, as the sleepy sun casts a golden glow on the world because
Youth is pressure from
Friends
Family
Teachers
Neighbors and
they’re all watching
and they’re done saying Aw, she’s cute
By the time you can walk and talk, they’ve moved on to saying isn’t she a little old to be doing that? because
Youth is a enervating battle to be older
but to stay young
some wonder why youth is wasted on the young, and to that I wonder
why those who wish to be young waste the youth of the young.
Leaves
I’m not sure why every leaf must die
Though, I think it may be to make room for the new beauties
The leaves, they begin as buds as birds chirp, and flowers blossom
Ready to emerge into the great wide world
And they turn green, absorbing the sunlight as children run back into the house
Reaching for cumbersome dollar bills and cool pieces of change
As the ice cream truck rolls by
Then some turn golden
Some set ablaze with hues of red and orange
While grey chipmunks bury their acorns,
Planting the last of what they can before the ground freezes over,
But in the end, in the cruel, cold hours of winter
They all fail the test of time
As the wind sweeps them away, making off with its stolen beauty
And in the spring, as birds once again
Begin to sing their spritely songs again and the flowers blossom into beautiful pastels
The buds will once again arrive and sprout into beauty
The clock struck ten and now it was like Cinderella but in reverse
She’d be coming back, so she didn’t bring her purse
42 eyeballs stared as she left the room
21 brains predicting gloom
Silently she made her way
To the cafeteria to protest on this day
Silence hummed in the crowd
Only murmurs, nothing loud
She made her way and sat down
Her eyes on the clock, her posture as if she were wearing a crown
As seventeen long minutes went by
She breathed in for the ones who could never ask why
Lives ended so suddenly, might as well be her own
This thought shook her to the bone
Seventeen tears trailed down her face
For the seventeen lives silence couldn’t replace
And as she made her way back to the classroom
She felt the predicted gloom
As 42 eyeballs watched her sit down
And 21 brains thought about her frown
While just one
Processed the power of a single gun
copy and paste
head down, cheek squished on arm
read the words on the screen
write them down on the paper again
graphite lead falls to paper
scratching out words
they start to blur
blend
together
when you sit for forty-seven minutes
and read
and write
copy
and paste
pencil slickened by tiny sweat beads
gathering on blistering fingers
marks left from
reading
and writing
and copying
and pasting
but not a “command C” paste
a write and write and write until the screen
and the paper are
identical
so then you have notes
some on the glowing pixels
and some scratched out on paper
written with your time
that you cannot reclaim
so treasure your “notes”
for they contain part of your life
Shadows
Every person’s got a shadow
It’s hard to believe, I know
They’re hard to see
When you’re trying to hide yours
They’re hard to see
In a world of black and white
They’re hard to see
When you’re sitting in the dark
They’re hard to see
When we don’t see each other
But when you shine a light
Underneath your bed
The monsters will always disappear
You’re never even sure they were ever there to begin with
The same happens with a shadow
People will deny
They’ll lie
They’ll cover it up anyway they can
They’ll shove their light into your eyes
Burning your retinas
Until you’re blinded by the imprints
Sunspots dancing across your vision
Like sugar plum fairies
But much darker
Everyone’s got a shadow
Trailing behind them
Silent
Suppressed
Scared
And these shadows?
We’re all so ashamed of them
We pretend they don’t exist,
The mention of one sets cheeks afire and people running
Until we’re all sunshine people
And our sun has reduced the word
“Shadow”
to ashes, to be
stolen away by the wind
It’s funny how
at night after all the
emotions I keep suppressed inside
leak out through my eyes
silently,
as my shoulders shake
I’m left feeling empty
and numb
not a bad numb and empty
not a good empty and numb
but unfeeling in a way
that lets me wake up
and be able to plaster on a smile
and make jokes
that aren’t really jokes
but silent cries
for help
Labels
Some may call me nerd,
friend,
or a person who will lend
Some may call me kind,
mean,
or somewhere in between
Some may call me strange,
fine,
or a kid who can shine
But I call myself
a sister,
a moron,
a daughter,
a lover,
a soccer player,
a bully,
a friend,
a babysitter
And I think I am
broken,
content,
distressed,
overflowing,
perfectionist,
tired,
silly,
annoying,
crazy,
acting,
fake,
lying
Does it matter what words I use?
I am me
and me is I
and that
will have to do
for you
and me