Collection of Poetry

Picture Frames

Frames 

aren’t they so unique? 

Every one of them formed into a different shape of beautiful 

but what’s more curious about frames 

are the little surprises they have inside them

pictures of broken families 

arranged couples 

orphaned children 

but there’s also happiness 

behind every one of them 

an obsession it seems to be  

to remember the moments 

that have passed

must be a human trait 

frames are consistent unlike us humans 

changing the contents of it every so often 

when we get bored 

of an old friend 

an ex

or a close coworker 

throw out the old out

in with the new right? 

Looking out the window 

makes me laugh sometimes 

not because it’s some inside joke 

between nature and I 

no it’s because nature reminds me of your back 

how you carried the world on your shoulders 

and your friends on your stomach 

yet I was stuck at the bottom of your shoe 

I wonder how I fell so far?

Why didn’t I try climbing back up? 

Maybe it was you?

Did you tell the wind to blow me far away?

After I took everyone away with me

Did you feel at ease, without me?

Trying to be Visible while sleepwalking

I woke up this morning

scared of what the day 

had hidden away from me 

I was scared 

I would say the wrong thing 

at the party tonight 

So, I put on my breeziest outfit 

fit for the occasion of course 

I put highlights in my eyes 

hoping to stand out 

just enough and 

my most expensive 

shoes and sunglasses 

I went to my window and watered my plant 

I said plant “will this be enough” 

but I didn’t hear a response 

I drove to the park that night and felt

nothing,

saw 

no one,

and that's when I panicked 

I was fashionably early?

Was that even a thing?

To be too early!

I guess I made it one 

When people started crowding 

even the air on that singular bench 

I was on 

I began to realize how truly sad I am 

there were tons of people smiling 

and drinking 

but I was too scared

and insecure 

to even shed a bit of light 

to who I really was 

17

Grown but not enough 

Puberty over? Yeah no 

In reality I think hormones 

are just kicking up now 

depression started around now 

second loves and first losses just passed me by 

This is not the end 

no this is just the beginning 

It’s only been a couple months 

which seems like a long time 

as the seconds go by 

on my mom's old grandfather clock

college search starts now 

self-love starts now

Darn Stomach Aches

I find a lot of things annoying 

maybe I’m just a pessimist 

but what I find the most annoying 

are stomach aches 

I know random right? 

getting a stomachache 

is like being reminded of an ex,

an old wound 

just constantly reopening 

with nothing but time to heal itself 

no amount of pills

or pleas 

or kills 

will make it go away!

Friendships are so complicated

the she said I said combination 

is very exhausting 

friendships are like a lollipop 

first there's a fancy plastic wrapping 

to captivate you

then there's the exterior 

all the fancy colors 

hypnotizing you into the idea of commitment 

and all those delightful flavors in your tongue

and then there's a chewy surprise in the middle 

unexpected yet welcomed 

Fire isn’t it amazing 

how it dances along with the air 

how short its life is? 

But how mighty it lived 

forever everlasting 

until someone blows it away 

and ends its short-lived life 

It takes a second to end it all 

but a lifetime to build it 

It hurts doesn’t it 

To know that with each breath 

that comes out of your body 

you're more him than you are yourself,

that each breath is a reminder 

of the pieces of himself 

he left in the pieces of you.

Men can we call them selfish disgusting beings?

Or lovable kind creatures?

It all depends on who your asking,

Just don’t ask me!

I’m sorry 

Thank you 

That's what I thought it was going to be like 

I was so very wrong 

How could I be so gullible in thinking forgiveness works like that 

I myself have anger in my heart 

how could I expect you to hold different standards than I 

How could I? 

Quarantine

I can't tell the difference between love and desire, art and silence, beauty, and pain.

I can't see my future anymore.

Maybe I let it slip away trying to survive.

But will I ever do more than just survive and live for once!

The Dusty Rusty Car

The dusty rusty car belonged to my old friend,

One day she drove off, and was never seen again

But on maple street, I always pass by her car

feeling the chilly air

of what used to be the wind on her face

its a feeling of despair one gets

scared of the same fate one might say 

there's spider webs wrapped around the tires,

and dust gathered on the top of the car

the car is stuck between the leaves,

unable to move forward

unable to change

just like the owner.

I was looking at our old photos tonight

I realized how much I loved you

I realized that love kills

it wraps around your heart

like a tight fist

and squeezes until there's nothing left but dust

my heart is dust now

and I can't blame you any longer

In the beginning 

I wasn't sure why or when the hurt started

but last night while I was rolled up in my covers

I realized why....

It was the lying.

My snake of a tongue 

touched every surface

only to poison it

and now 

I'm left with bits and pieces of my soul

but no innocence. 

I should've left some for rainy days like today

but no, I got greedy

and grew unstable.

Words

aren’t they so powerful?

as powerful as the wind and the rain 

as powerful as the water 

splashing hard onto the stone rocks,

as powerful as me!

New York

Straight lines 

covered in yellow and white paint.

Blue sky,

with big white stars,

It’s almost a dream

my dream

the city 

my city  

White-Out

It erases the simple mistakes

the parts your afraid others will notice

or worse

you use it to perfect the things you'll see

the things that reflect on yourself

or dare I even say 

your soul!