Somehow, I pull the words out of my mouth like the colorful scarves inside the sleeve of an amateur magician And we are both trying so hard To save our best magic trick to use on ourselves So that everyone can stop asking so much of us Such constant noise and one day we will show them how you can
Once, before the people moved in, before they took my brothers and sisters and cousins and friends, I saw the sun. I grew up and I grew strong, trying to reach the sky. I meant to make the world beautiful, but I was robbed of the opportunity and I was conquered and processed and covered in symbol
Different: not the same as another. My “friends” and I, we’re different from each other. They are cool; I am not. I am lame; they are hot. Even when they’re wrong, people think they’re right. They like the day; I like the night. I always lose; they always win. I stick out; they blend in. Normal..
I’m here, But No one sees me. I walk through, Invisible Like the truth Behind the mirror. For me, They have blind eyes Of icy blue. To get in I jump the fence. The spotlight hits me Shot On sight. I’m done trying. Throw in the towel. Focusing on me, My future’s bright I’m still Alone, But I’ll ch
On the outside I am a Superhero, A lively, ambitious girl anyone can count on. No matter the risk, anguish, or pain it causes me, I will do anything I can to help others with a smile on my face. On the inside however is where I console my secret identity. I am lost, hurt, self-conscious, and asha
Being young is hard; often feeling all alone. Your hair is a mess and your face is breaking out. Being young is hard. You aren’t quite sure of your friends, you’re stressed out; don’t know if you’re being “cool”. Being young is hard. Trying so hard to be calm, when you want to scream. H
Hallo there boy You're just a child Play on the fluffy cloud In the air. Think of nothing.
Until you fall Fall a man Live a man Die a man
And the tall ones, they all say: Enjoy your time here, little one While you can ... Before we come to take you away.
The Ponderosa Pines hunched ponderously, Their convoluted gestures frozen With dry, rasping limbs in stages of vexation And narrow forearms lifted high In savored moments of exalted epiphany. My brother and I climbed the questions They grew, Our legs crouching and stretching Over the contours of