These poems flow like a waterfall
I can see it clearly down the whitewashed hall
high school is not truly over
all my life I’ve been searching for that one four-leaf clover.
A and A and B and B
I could rhyme in my sleep and still see
how words are on my skin
paper thick and love thin.
I wish I did not dive into the water
jump and then falter
over deep issues in humanity
crying over the gorillas’s need to be free.
I want to sit in coffeeshops alone
ignore the pinging of my phone.
You should have been with a poet
but he does not wish to know it
all he sees are pretty mouths to kiss
sexy bodies to miss
after one encounter
nothing makes sense but to mount her.
Naked dressing, half-eyes open
get out of your zone and stop moping
listen to the wind’s whispers
wishing we were more than brothers and sisters.
I am not really your friend
I came upon you near the end
of the beginning when you loved her
now I am just another girl who calls you Sir.
Let out the light that darkens your soul
leave me write to feel whole.
All these gaps in my sentences
break down the barrier of all my fences.
Ping, I have to go.
Light up my eternity with purple snow.
Slave to my own words
but still I can hear the birds.