MY POETRY

Over the past few years I have been trying to find my voice, whether that be in the classroom, with friends or family, or in my own little world. My goal when I write is to create imagery so unique and detailed that it leads people to their own realizations. While leading readers over bridges and through valleys, I often surprise myself with new ideas. I think I have found that voice that I have been playing hide and seek with for so long. I hope you have fun reading my work as much as I had a blast writing it.

Poetry: Welcome

PORTFOLIO OF POETRY

PINK PINKY SWEARS AT 5 AM

Remember that time

white christmas happened

in the back

of your car?

I love being scared

with you

Scared that they’ll

grab the wheel and tell us

we’re just women

Periwinkle hard boiled eggs

catapulted to compost.

I have never known

such sadness

The promise of a lifetime

tracing your small intestine

tickles your tummy

and makes you laugh

at times you shouldn’t

You sleep under that rainbow

in all of my dreams

Hair bright like

nightingale blossoms

kryptonite of string beans

and climbing down ladders

escaping a world of hate

and green giants

with hands that could

make me forget what

family means

Those matching cupcakes

were a key to my

renewal

Missed you more than

I’d miss my shadow

An evergoing unknowing audience

that I was nervous to

apologize in front of.

I spent the whole night

deciding what to say

and what to wear

when I begged

for my yang back-

You looked beautiful and

I realized that utters

only fall from people

who find yellow

in a world of grey

I fell on that stage

and knew I strived for

attention

It was too late to

back out and my red aura

bled onto the hands

of the scam man

who plays pretend

in the mirror ‘cause

he can’t hold down a

relationship.

You love living things

that can’t speak

more than I love people

who call me interesting.

If you hadn’t gotten that cup

and the tears of

Eucalyptus men

and minimum wage

surrenders

to save nemo,

I don’t know what would

have happened to you

FROMAGE

Cherokee gumdrops

slither away

from outer space

leaving trails of

goo and flesh

smell of an old man

having a heart attack-

one you can save

but decide not to

corduroy chili peppers

swing from vines

while singing hymns and psalms

but in reverse

summoning him

Did you know the devil

isn’t actually a bad guy?

He’s like a ticketer

who trails down sidewalks

looking for misfit four wheel vehicles

begging to be yellowed

It’s just his job

The man in the moon

has been spying on me

for who knows how long

Wide eyes transform

into silver slinkies

that create stepladders

to the cosmos

kettle one

patron citronge

lime and cran

served in an ice bath

for thumbelina

ontop the highest peak-

a peak so dangerous that

moon man couldn’t

even save her

So dangerous that

if she fell

It would hurt more

than the crinkled man

and that heart

begging

to see the man in the moon

one last time

SPLINTERS

I lost my temper last night

And I looked under the floorboards,

around the block,

in the refrigerator,

but all that came up were my keys

Stop signs appeared every other second

My hands would melt into them

and stained my digits red

as I pushed them down

Racing a donkey through the wardrobes of wizards

might be the hardest thing I've ever done

Pins are pushing on my spine -

it’s not part of my training I say

Moons and meteors zoom around my temples

that they see as synagogue

Time is spread like marmalade

thin and sweet

But legos cannot rebuild this torn away castle

the Kings and Queens died in the apocalypse

Jesters and Knights had imaginations of little fairies

Fairies who grew fond of kingdoms filled with sewn shreds of silver

Counting we may not have time for

and we lose track

Tempers often play seek and hide

under boulders

there lay mine

As I pick it up with my heated mittens,

It follows me back to home base

And we settle down and count the feathers in the pillows

SEVEN

Bulky black boots

pavin’ way to mama’s heart

Television showin’ me

things I forget about

I forget about dragons and

cartoons that seem like friends next door and

the fact that bears use toilet paper too

Crawl behind the paved steps

and stick your hairless paws into

magnets of green

Suck you up til’

you don’t want no more sunlight

Somehow the sun seems like Uncle Kenny

the one you haven’t spied nor missed

for who knows how long

Aglets fall from willow trees

and point you South

Follicles turn to seaweed sprouts

and I get desperately hungry

munch munch

Anything for a free haircut

Arctic fox tears pulse through my veins

my toenails turn to pearl ovals

waiting on Habitat for Humanity

to rescue them

Mama needs no more letters

Feet have grown too damn big

Bulky black boots have turned muted grey

Goodnight sun

for the dragons’ vernacular is much too large

Poetry: Projects