SunriseYou say my name like a poem you will never write. You look at me like a sunrise you'll never witness because if you stayed to watch, I would be real, instead of being just the promise of something beautiful beneath the horizon. You touch me like a question I can never answer, like words I scratched into your back that you can't quite read, like the only phrase in your vocabulary is "what if." I don't know how to fix this. I don't know how to use tools or how to follow directions. All I have are my two hands and the sheer determination to do something right for once in my life.I'll duct tape phone lines and life lines and fault lines back together. I'll peel off my nail polish and rub my skin raw, so you can see I'm not a sunrise, I'm just me, don't worry. I'm not. I'll pretend I can hear your heartbeat in your smile and I'll let you think I can handle myself just fine.You pinned the butterflies in my stomach against the cage of my ribs and tied the corners of my mouth to transcontine
Girl.I am sixteen years, five months, and nineteen days old. I don't know what time I was born, other wise I'd probably give you the hours, too.I live in North America, in Boston, Massachusetts.My race is Asian, my ethnicity is Chinese, my nationality is American, but really, I'm the whitest person you'll ever meet.I'm a girl.I love the way hugs feel and dresses and sunshine and cold things on hot days.I sit like a dude and sometimes I don't brush my hair or look both ways when crossing the street. I sing when I wash the dishes. I pick at holes in my tights.I bite my nails and bite open packaging. Sometimes I chew on plastic. I like dancing. A lot. I'm good at making friends and excuses.I fish for compliments and people who are crazy enough to love me.I like to watch my shadow dance and the way water moves. I like long walks by the river and in town and to where the sidewalk ends. I like things like collarbones and shoulder blades and back muscles and those little silver crosses in
A Depressed GirlA depressed girl lives alone,In her own world,A depressed girl doesn't have any friends,Only the covers she hugs at night,A depressed girl sits in the dark,Thinking of sad things,A depressed girl sees things,That people do not see,She imagines things,That scare,And frighten her,And make her sad,A depressed girl cries an ocean,That almost drowns her,A depressed girl writes sad things,That depresses and worries others,A depressed girl needs help,A depressed girl needs love.
SpringThe world breathes again,Exhaling the frost of winter.Dandelions sway.Lullaby of rain.Days dipped in golden sunlight.Pollen and new life.Birds dance in blue skiesBrittle harshness swept away.Infused with color.
SometimesSometimes I feel alone,Even when I'm not.And, sometimes I feel dead,But my heart has yet to stop.Know that I don't want to die,Even when I say I do.For my heart breaks from hate for me,But beats from my love for you.