evolving is cool: a small collection of (mainly) poems
January 6, 2018; “[title]”:
I have heard that one should not preface their work
So I shall not explain myself,
As I have grown accustomed to do,
I’ll let my art speak for itself
And hope that is enough for you
But it never is
Never was
Never will be
You want to define me
Put me in a box
That fits your needs
Your perception
Your misinterpretation of who I am
Of who I will become
Your judgement makes me ache
For freedom
From the confines of your ideals
A world you believe to be
Picturesque
That I know to be
Dystopian
Corrupted by the ego of a man
Whose bones are too fragile to withstand
The force of my words
The malice of my pen
Threatening my voice
To protect your pride
The silence grows deafening
So you sip a little louder
To make a point
Sip a little louder
To point out my flaws
Sip a little louder
To drown me in your cup
Safe to be watched
Under your twitching eye
The eye of a beast
August 14, 2018; “Untitled”:
I thought the
Magic
Which rain possess
Was all I’d ever need
I thought it would be
Enough
Until I found myself
Wound in your arms
As the smell of
Petrichor
Flooded our room
Through an open window
I’d never turn to any other
Muses
If I could lay in this moment
Forever
November 12, 2018; “this isn’t love”:
You have never really
looked
at me
only right through
admiring Your reflection
in my eyes
You always did think You
were more beautiful
-this isn’t love
December 18, 2018; “12/18”:
I never had a chance, did I?
That the thing – you did once but things change. Circumstances change. People change. They disappoint you so many times that one day you wake up next to a shell of a man that you’ve grown to loathe. I didn’t want things to change but they had to.
January 2, 2019; “The boy”:
The boy laughs
at my poetry
because he
does not understand.
It’s lame,
He mocks
I smile
Because – like a
bee –
He will die
after stinging me.
My writing has evolved a lot over the past year and this is a glimpse into what that has looked like. I didn’t choose my favourite ones or the ones I thought were “best” just the first few I could find. That being said, poetry has become a very vulnerable form of expression for me and, consequently, is not something I’m overly comfortable sharing. Thank you to this beautiful AP class for creating a space wherein I feel safe to share parts of myself (and hopefully y‘all do too).
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