i'd forgotten that existence is important in the flurries of my need to create
i go so fast i don't move
if i go any faster, you'll get dizzy
seeing so much future in us, i'm lightheaded
from the possibility, my true rival
life gives me lemons
so i made a cake for my birthday, intricate mouthfuls
but who cares for all the nonsense
mania screams i should be happier
no real resentment in me
i'm content
i make glasses of lemonade
to spill whilst i frolic outside
because the sky rains water with no price
so i won't work tonight
your hands could squeeze any citrus to pulp and blood
i remember when the crepe myrtle in my backyard was as smaller
before i realized this house wouldn't always be my home
strangers catch my eye, wavy, a potential other thing
maybe they could be a part of my world
i'm stuck to you, inseparable us, fire and ice
you reach your hand out always
i want to touch everything, i'm always letting go of you for some other thing
you're always waiting for me, a dog for these bones
nothing is better everywhere
even, take the best from everybody and still it is not crystalline
so i settle for a sunset with clouds
peach, primrose, crimson, and honeydew
any clear sky i do not claim
it was not made for me
our love is never clear; a murky new Orleans swamp
our wings cannot decide if they are thick or thin
though never under 60 mph
we are not hurricanes anymore; we twist into ourselves.
or into libraries foreign to each other
with tendrils reaching out to new, calmer things.
we grab into the grasses, asking 1 small favour for the both of us to split
and in return, it grants me gratitude
as the sun does to the earth, the rocks, the water
ice will surely melt
nothing is cold forever
everyday, every night
as long as the sky is honeydew
as long as the earth is melting
as long as the crepe myrtles bloom in June
you will melt me, evaporate me, precipitate me
and this old pond will trickle back into your valleys
i thank you for making me a big ball of hydrogen, reminding myself of you.
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An Enigma Is Too Much For A Cat To Eat
Poetrypoetry from the raw heart of a teenage girl. I wrote this poetry collection throughout my junior year of high school, when so much change was underneath the sun's aura. In and out of depression, in and out of the psych ward, I survived the first ha...
