Regret

Sometimes

I feel guilty that I am so fortunate

When so many other girls my age 

Might not have half the money

That I own.

It is human nature 

To always want more.

To be jealous of the people above you

And never consider

The ones below.

I try to be thankful for

How lucky I truly am.

But sometimes,

When I’m down,

It’s hard to tell myself that I’m lucky,

When I feel so unlucky.

That’s what I regret. 

To bring about revenge:

~~~~~

Once upon a time,

many years ago,

a long time since

times of yonder;

Where black and white

blend together, indistiguishable;

The world enshrouded,

Consumed by dreary haze.

Alone, pained and wieghed in sorrow,

Bitter, hatred, numb;

An indiscriminate wheel

that can never be broken.

little things

i held a handstand, flipped over into grass, 

pulled on my old hoodie and felt alright,

caught a moment of the sunset, wreathed in dusk light,

starlight, i drank a latte in a coffee shop,

let my hair blow in the wind,

laid in bed until ten, once again

i wore a green tea mask,

swished my hand through lakewater

spent hours reading novels and drank

hot chocolate, shoveled snow and felt strong,

the radio played my favorite song, 

sunbathed with my sister,

looked at myself in the mirror

and gave myself a smile 

tOP!

Top! I don't want this thread to die!

TOP!

I wrote this yesterday while practicing guitar because I got the idea to do a very loose, casual poem--kind of in a conversational sort of tone? As if I was just talking to you. I'm also trying to edit another poem right now but it's much longer and I don't often edit my poems, even though I should. But I'll probably share that at some point lol.

Does anybody even check this thread anymore though? 

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my spotify playlist

so i was putting together a music playlist

and i wanted to do something like

sunshine vibes you know,

but like

picking flowers in the sunshine

yellow flowers. daisies?

sun beating down on you

but in a gentle way cause

we want this to be aesthetic.

and you're wearing a dress,

like a flowy cotton sundress

and--

by yourself i guess.

something like

you're lovesick

heartsick, actually

but you're picking flowers

yellow flowers.

picking yellow flowers in the sunshine

agh top will you

girls and boys and girls and girls

11:00 at night and i'm lying awake

staring through my open window at the neighbor's tree.

in between the shadowed leaves and filtered streetlights,

a spiteful demon face is formed.

it leers, mouth wide open, teeth bared,

and says, you might not be

who you want to be.

i squirm and roll over, afraid of being different

and afraid of being anything at all.

This is a poem I wrote for a writing camp. 

Memory

Have you ever had a memory

That stood out  

And you’re not sure why?

Like a red x 

on a sheet of paper

Scribbled with notes- of life.

Here’s one.

We went to a bookstore

Near the sea

The noise of life blocked out my thoughts

Of soft sunlight

And ancient trees

Grabbing my newfound treasure,

I ran.

Stepping carefully

Along the dirt path

Vines brush my legs so I admire the flowers

Still stepping carefully

Along the dock, now

I gaze down at a blue expanse

And dream of hidden powers

So real.

My journey is over

And flip -flops dangle 

Above sun-speckled water, a soft sunset

Stunning, from this angle

The light is dim and  parents are waiting

But so are my stories

So I escaped.

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