Flurries in India: Nothing’s impossible If life is a string Pulling me along.
Last year seems years away. Last night seems lifetimes away. This moment seems like a dream.
The wind Loves To boast of Fickle love, But my
In my daydreams, I used to be an acrobat, Flying through air Into capable hands. In my dreams,
I lost my innocence On a king-sized sheet With four posters And the two of us. Just the two of us
I sing of a new carol Which starts silly giggles As a speeding blue carriage Runs merrily through the dark.
If only My tears were colors. There would be pink on my pillow And green on my shoes. There would be red on the paper
She fell like rain, Like a bird, Like a comet chasing light, Like a star dropping from the nigh… Like a stone in water,
I died on Tuesday. My soul floated up Above my milky corpse, And I smiled. I saw my family,
I cannot bring myself to cry. I can’t decide if this is a curse Or a blessing.
Winter is getting worse. Is there no justice In my punishment Brought about by my peers? I yearn to burrow in warm dirt
That’s why she died– Because she never let anyone hold… She didn’t trust herself. She didn’t let anyone love her Or touch her
I love John. I love when he cries. When he looks at me, I fly.
I’m falling apart beneath my smile… I grapple blindly for a rope To save myself from rising waters. I come up, lungs full of despair, And my parents cover my mouth
In seventh grade, I made you a po… But I tore it up into pieces Because it wasn’t good enough. In eighth grade, I made you a poe… But I left it under my bed
