maybe we knew cinder

my mind just read a poem 

while my body was in a car 

driving home 

mind felt things

thought in ways it hadnt

before

was touched like no other 

when I finally looked up 

out the windshield again

i felt it 

the connection left

between my teenage brain and adult words

and maybe i didnt quite understand all the big ones 

and maybe i read line 14 slowly even though it was written fast 

maybe i forgot to pause at each comma 

and i wouldve said 'found' where you said 'lost' 

and maybe i wouldve signed xox 

but we're all writers 

i felt strange when the moment with my poem was gone

like when it struck midnight and cinderellas dress vanished 

but she didnt know the shoes would stay 

she had no idea that she didnt need a pumpkin or mice to be important 

because we're all writers 

maybe cinderella was a dude 

maybe the prince was life

and life looked scary because he was so fancy and always ready to take on the next task but cinder wasnt 

cinder was scared 

you couldnt see it though 

cinder always sang happy things

not even the mice wouldve guessed that cinder was sick 

if the mice couldnt tell, how would the prince had known to go easy on her

to chill out 

maybe give cinder the week off 

and we all know how it ends

the glass slipper broke and prince life wasnt even there to see 

but the fairytale was wrong

weve all be deceived 

life and cinder never lived happily ever after 

they never found the second slipper

maybe we can 

(tg) 

when i was 16

"stay weird... pass this message on to the next guy..."

when i was 16 i wore pastel pants even though my mother told me they were ugly
i wanted to fit in
when i was 16 i heard the words    drugs   crack   high   drunk   and blocked them out because "im above people like that"
when i was 16 i believed that college was ages away
when i was 16 i was twelve. the sky was still blue, bubble gum lasted longer, and a tank of gas took you a little farther.
when i was 16 i thought less
got deep never
and wanted to be it all.
i laughed more than i shouldve, took selfies with strangers and kissed the moon twice a month.
when i was 16 i ran from the rain
and stood up for the moment.
when i was 16 i cared about washing my hair everyday and sparkly shoes.
when i was 16 we invited boys over for board games, and when it was their turn became oblivious when they "moved"
i ran for president
sassed my father and kissed seniors bums.
when i was 16 i spoke like a robot and learned quickly how to charge my battery
but when you have too much charge and not enough battery the source explodes
im the source
when i was 16 i wore pastel pants and exploded.
learned a lot
ran fast
and chewed bubble gum

xox

no offense

i love these high school halls
and to those that 'hate school' and 'count down' to graduation out of 'joy'
poop on you
                               no offense
always been fond of the idea that were all stuck in one place
together
everyday
forced to communicate and like each other

as of late
gossip has become a bore 
and the hallways are getting squishier

the vending machines are getting farther away 

and teachers are getting more oblivious. 

the square on my graduation hat keeps getting bigger. 

and the list of things ive  touched has shortened. 

so to all seniors who are ready for the bitter sweets 

and all the "I promise we'll stay in touch" 

go out even when tired 

eat even when you know it's going straight to your thighs 

kiss even if he's not funny 

rollerblade into a tree

fail a test you knew every answer to 

wear leggings even though dress code 

bowl 10 gutter balls in a row 

and 

touch everyone with words. 

cause thats all students 

friends

and teachers will remember. 

not how dope you looked in the hallway. 

Xox 

glass

it hurt when i stumbled across her
she was like broken glass all along the floor
but it was beautiful
and my curiousity got the best of me
i remember looking at her
all i could see was the light 
she had an insane look of desperation
you could almost feel it
and yet her eyes were still glowing
like all the life had been sucked out of her 

yet she wanted to put life in everyone elses 
i wanted to pick up her pieces
i wanted to put her back together
and so i tried
i really did
i got a little cut along the way
the more i tried to fix her
the more she fixed me
i never saw her not happy
everytime i made her laugh i wanted to make that happen forever
she started to get better
eventually she was put together enough to get up and walk away
but she didnt hesitate to take me with her
and ive been sitting here where i first found her
wondering if the pieces left on the floor
were hers or mine
i should probably get up.

round two

when nelson in creative 1 said write about love 

i was distraught 

that point of my life i had only had a crush on a boy for a month 

and was sure i didnt love him. 

i became disappointed with myself for not having some dramatic love story that had never been told. 

sat with my mind open 

trying to find words to exaggerate my previous so called lovers

taking any desperation to sound interesting. 

read through blog after blog 

heartbreak

betrayal 

butterflies

xoxoxs 

then it clicked 

the light bulb in my junior year mind, was finally lit. 

i was surrounded by love

and was yet diving into my thoughts to try and find it. 

what was meant to be found was

the way my father looks at me when he says bye for work 

love the mountains show by merely being beautiful

passion in my friends eye when they talk about what they enjoy 

the love sister shows in her tears at thought of me moving out 

missing feeling ill get after graduation 

excitement when college mails a letter with my name on it

love you can hear in laughs

naps bring love

feeling ice cream gives the stomach 

warmness of a blog post comment

its all around. 

doesnt always come in kisses

or with scent of roses. 

sad i missed the meaning during round one

but can only go up during round two. 

xox 

k15s my class

teacher: could you please tell the class why you're so late?

me: someone told me to go to hell 

me: couldn't find it at first 

me: but now im here 

*drops mic 

year clock

8:00am was the time we started the end. 9:30 i was changed to

an adult,

and 10:23 we became wildcats for the night.

11:04 brazil became more populated, but at 11:05

this poem turned out to be about balloons.

because balloons live their whole lives

slowly being blown up to their potential. to soon

fly away and see the world. 

yet this isnt a poem,

and its not about balloons.

11:20am you joined adulthood too. then at 12:16 

gma passed slowly as she fell asleep, like a tiny angel.

her balloon saw heaven that night.

soon at 12:25 christmas's in the "time of our life" years came to an end.

1:00 the year we graduate came to an open.

then at the strike of 1:07 

i cried real tears of happy/sad

cause that high school musical song 'were all in this together'

will soon become merely a cell phone ring tone.

later at 1:26pm i forgot what this nonpoem was even about.

so now its about sunrises, because 

at 1:31 the pink color followed me to school.

in actuality were all waiting for 2:14pm cause 

xoxox's exchanged between sophomores give our minds more joy than reality tv. 

i can almost see 3:00 where we do 

something dumb almost making our balloon pop,

but when 3:08 is here she'll fly with us.

and sometime around 4:00 we'll all join

husky/grizz hands and cry as the ending starts the beginning.

then precisely at 5:29pm we'll see that 

this nonpoem

means nothing and was really just about a balloon,

the shade of sunrise pink 

running away from a clock.

xox