You Grew Up

You're three years old and your paper airplane
Can
Touch
The
Sky

You're six years old  toes clenched on the edge
Of
The
High
Dive

You're 11 years and
someone
lost
their
life

Somewhere after that you
stopped
keeping
track
of time

And just about now
You're doing just fine

Please

There's a girl on roller blades in the street
and I was never that girl I stayed in, a geek
and I got less attention but i got less skinned knees
and I haven't felt lonely for 7 whole weeks
and I don't know how it happened
how I happened upon "happy"

and the fact is I used to write poetry for me
but these days I write poetry for you to read

Blow Out The Candles // Don't Blink

every moment comes back
between waking and sleep
every breath sucked in
every sigh of relief
she remembers the night
she called you from the swing
"i can't stop shaking"
she can't stop anything
one life is growing
one life's on the brink
life keeps rushing forward
every time that she blinks
sometimes the time hits her
so hard she can't breathe
and she starts missing the
wasted birthday wishes
she never thought
she'd need

Cheat

When your so frustrated

That you can't breathe

That voice comes out

Maybe its me

rhyme scheme. day dream.

I know I dreamed about you
Because I woke up feeling safe
I know you've watched close enough
To see the secrets cross my face

I know how to spend an hour
Staring at the ceiling
And I know that the scientists
Haven't found the antidote for feelings

I know there’s nothing harder to let go of

Then worn out worries

My particular brand of knowledge

Doesn't help on tests  

But it tells the best

Stories

Intro: A Letter to Myself

Rummage through
The back corners of your mind
Dig up inspiration
Set aside the time
Dip a metaphorical quill
In your metaphorical ink
In other words,
Boot up your computer screen

Qaunity over quality for this
Once a year holiday
And if people are kind enough to listen
Tell them what you have to say


Today marks the begining of National Poetry Month, check back for a poem-a-day :)