(Most) of my poetry, from newest to oldest!
I don't have the dates or anything, I just write everything in my notes app ;-;. So these can go as far back as my freshman year of highschool!
boom
and i will keep fighting
even if it kills me
because i will die either way
and i’d rather do it in flames
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derivative orange poem
steal all of my food,
eat all you want
i will peel all the oranges
and give you every slice
if it means you stay around
me just a little bit longer
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~trauma~
i don’t wish that your past was better
your past is what’s made you
i just wish
that your future
fixes all the bad
in your past
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some basic ass friend drama
tell me you hate me
so i can stop being around people that hate me
and you can stop being
around people you hate
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quarantine
And so it’s the end of the world
and i am sitting here
alone in my home
wishing i could just
see friends again
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Solidarity
and in the middle of the end of the world
i will still text you
to tell you how to change your name
because dysphoria doesn’t stop in a pandemic
and solidarity is all we have
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a freshman waxes poetic poorly about a program he would abandon
i sit in the tech booth
friends become people they aren’t ahead of me
i fall in love with every one of them over again
i set the mood, unable to join them on stage
i wouldn’t dare to move from my seat
i fall in love with friends and fellow actors on stage
the ones avenging terrible deeds
and the ones being avenged
i watch as my best friends are thrown on stage,
pulled to the ground by other friends,
i remember watching them learn it
seeing them sword fight out of costume and off stage
watching as they’re taught fencing etiquette
the audience doesn’t know the intricacies of it
i fall in love with best friend playing odd roles
delight in watching them lose the fight
and later i’ll tell them they played it just right
though i hate watching as their character dies
they speak of family
of killing for one another
and i sit in the tech booth
knowing that they really would
and next year i’ll join them
i’ll be up on that stage
or i’ll still be in the tech booth
i’ll be happy either way
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