Rice Chex

I grab a piece of savory
And sweet
Press them together
Put them in my mouth
Salty sugary sour
I've never tasted anything so perfectly
Wrong

We Painted Them Oatmeal

I shut the cabinets
And my mind
You were never
Good with time

Waste of Time

I have never felt oppressed by
This town
Or its people
I'm free to do whatever I please
Those who follow in the former's footsteps seem
Incredibly small-minded
By comparison
Or, perhaps kinder
Content to be ill

Expected Letdown

She is not what I
Expected of her
I guess I drew that line too high
But, excuse me for believing
In pure-heartedness
And the ability of people
Now I have no doubt
Please don't consider me naive
The cashier yesterday said
I wish I'd known what I know now
At sixteen
And I wanted to say
What knowledge is that
Exactly
Feel free to enlighten me
I have never felt unknowing
Or too-trusting
Just unable to hold an honest grudge

Pink Edged

Snap the shirt in place and
step back and observe it's
more undone than done and it's
yellow like spoiled lace

Boring

lovely you
beautiful in your
own right
I've sung this song before
It's starting to sound old
to me

Side Mirror

It grazed the back of my awakening today
A trepid finger skimming an
Imperfect lake
I am old enough for almost everything
Practically
Time is not ticking, though
I refuse to let it

Sorry, I Just Don't Get It

who was he
and there why
does that occur
and what can occur
to give someone such spite
for a person so flawless in
my unassuming mind

Roundabout

I've got my hipster t-shirt
I've no idea what hipster means
Someone said it on twitter the other day
I do not have a twitter account

Delusions

I sprout three lines
That run widthwise
When I'm bent over
They quote you saying
Personality's what matters
But I know that's only half
Of a relationship
Call me self absorbed or
Perhaps even cruel
I'd rather it be that than
Believing to a fault

Paper Thin

You aren't aware of my atoms
Building and stacked like blocks
If you had kept secreted away
I would have known nothing of you
As well
We are somewhat even, then
Our towers leveled

In My Ideal World

I want to meet you and have
Long, meandering
Subject-hop conversations
I want to be your confidant and
The person I can tell my stories to
I want us to sit on a couch
Drinking coffee and tea
Laughing at each others' lame jokes
I want to be the girl you talk about girls to
I mean, I'd rather be the girl
But any sort of anything with you would be divine
It's all I want

Gloss

Bottom lips are
Bitten pulled
Rubbed in concentration
Yours is the color of
Antique-store roses

Eighteen

I want a
silver stopsign
between my eyes and
upturned lips
I will maybe some day
If I am not too frightened
By the prospect of pain

8 minutes 45 seconds

Reaching
Digging down
Searching
Pull it out's
The way you speak
Take your time
Extra seconds tick by and
I'm loving every one of them

Kind of Fun

I have no aversion to
That piled high and wild
If you like it then--
hey--I mostly like it
Although I entertain myself with
ideas of debates we could have

Miss Darcy

"You name her"
I'd say
If it was you then
Letting control go would
Be okay

Shut It Down

I could have read instead or
Talked to my family
You make me feel extremely guilty
Yet here I am typing your name

aych III

you're no plain Jane
nobody gets it
within my circle of friends

Don't Care Enough

you can trim my hair and
nails and pluck my eyebrows
I still won't take time to
put on makeup

Shy Guy

Is it said that I'm crazy over you
Yet
There is a part of me that feels embarrassed thinking
About you with me
These small-town nobodies would joke that you're
Not straight or that you're
Ugly and composed of
Nothing but air
(and hair)
I know that's not true I honestly do
But you're under such scrutiny and I wonder
Who will be able to hold your hand without shame
I would love to say it's me but
I guess it goes both ways

Typical

One to none you
Took the sun
Out from under
The earth
Stole this part's light away
Along with supple shreds of dignity
I'm scratchy like wool and
Liable to shrink
So put the sun back where it belongs
Along with some understanding
And give me a moment to dry
On the clothesline

Instructions

I've always been bad at drawing stars
They're always lopsided
So mom taught me a trick it's
A simple v
Diagonal right to left
Across with fervor and
Then connect

Marionette

I have a proposition for you
Zero strings attached
I'll be yours completely and you
Just have to love me back

Goodwill Boxes

I'll start from the top and
Work my way down
What in God's name will make me stand out

Lovely

Today I was a gold-hooped goddess
In Don't Git Bit glory and
My lip is split but
My hair looks nice
We girls are awfully preoccupied
With how we look

Days Ago

I had my book and
I felt small
I went upstairs
Turned away from the door
Let saltwater fall
I hate obvious rhymes
But that's just my life
What else am I going to do with my time

Pink Composition Book

scratch yourself a name
to paper
and pretend like you have
everything you ever wanted

Brown

three years separates us
three thousand miles or so
you're leaving leather bootprints all across the globe
blindly move to where I can reach you

I Speak For Myself

prose is an uncertain form
we less well-spoken individuals take to it to
poorly express our fleeting thoughts only to be surprised when
someone gets it

But They're Green, So

If your eyes were brown
I might love them more
Other girls write odes but
They lack distinct color
Notice I said more

Garden Haze

your skin is sun kissed
sweet like an apple tart
delicate little pastry
but it's not,
no,
it's tan at times and
I'd be lying if I said blemish free
idiotic permanents dance across your skin and I
don't find you at all frightening

Shriek

one day I dream
of finding a link
on your page that
leads back to me

Blinded

simple, common ideas
love you, love him
he's utterly magnificent
You'll see his drawbacks
Faults and flaws
But we dumb girls won't
No, not at all

Jigsaw

You want to know about me
Well my writing tells it all
Every bit lends a piece to a puzzle
I never invited you to built
And when you put it together
Won't that be wonderful
But for right now I know
Exactly what you don't

gibberish

aych eh
awr awr
wuh iuh

Release

I'm not going to make this easy for you
Feel free to guess what you don't know
Am I writing about him to reassure myself or
Is it my way of simply letting go

I was twelve

I can look back on here at
Who I was and what I posted
What do I know now that I didn't know then
I can't say it's much in the way of innocence
Sometimes it'd be nice to go back to when
Everything was simple, straightforward
Everyone was quick to be a friend
And as for crushes, well,
They were fleeting at best
It's great to look back on how you have grown
This place allows me to nostalgically do so
The strangest thing is, I have two years to go
Until it's time to make a life of my own