Relax and enjoy the journey.
I finish my salad by the scum green glass pond, a manmade center for ambiance and sunbathing turtles. There are people around but their voices are distant and the spurting of water fills my ears. We wandered thrift shops and got bubble teas before I came here. Now I am alone, surrounded by trees and universities.
It’s coming to an end, isn’t it?
I know I will miss it. I’ll miss the city skyline and the tattooed hipsters and the shops at every corner. I’ll miss the mica and the dandelions in the dirt, the old houses colored like fairytales. I’ll miss the long haired, barefoot boys playing ukuleles on their porches, those bohemian kings crowned with their scruffy bandanas.
I’ll miss dying my hair red or black and changing my style once in a while when a new crisis descends. I’ll miss weepy trees and castle like churches and every tiny piece of heaven planted here.
I’ll miss Carmen and her musical laugh and her curly hair and the rips in her jeans. I’ll miss all these beautiful weird people with creative bones and harmonious souls. I’ll miss running in the rain and proving I have a brain all while trying not to go insane.
I’ll miss spring days like this when the city is more tree than stone and this old soul feels at home. I’ll miss the tears in the dark expanse between winter and spring and all the stupid chaos that drives me to create.
I’ll miss the church where I discovered his wings and learned all the essential things. I’ll miss all the beautiful beings that taught me how to love and be loved.
I’ll miss falling asleep under glow in the dark stars to the sound of her dragon worthy snores.
I’ll miss my city and I’ll miss my home. But I know in my soul
this wandering heart is never alone.
This school year has gone by so fast. I can’t believe it. Everything has changed yet somehow it’s the same.
I’ve performed poetry in three different shows, filled three sketchbooks, dreamed and loved and tried and now I’m here. Life is so weird. I’m so excited to see where it takes me.
Have a beautiful day ❤
Bones written like music
So they know how to master it
If only I was carved the same way
A rushing sashay
Wind and willow
I dream of it sometimes
This art like flight
Your command of air
But it’s too loud
So tell me how you feel
If only it were that simple
It only comes from me when I ache this way
I spent moonrises mastering the quiet arts
Because they are internal
And I’d rather keep a journal
Then keep running in the rain
Or proving I have a brain
I am 18 and still wishing for some other bones
Or a human to call home
I spent all my money on salads
Just to find forests in my stomach
And succulents in my ribcage
My heart withers and wanes
Drooping in my chest like a sun starved flower
A sun starved flower
Tell the truth and unwind
This labyrinthine mind
Fear is a corroding fungus
Spawned in the flesh
And spilling to spirit
So pray then
Whatever you need
Color me like heaven
Take my soul
Siphon the wicked straight from my bones
Take this being
Start in her a new thing
My great king,
Teach me how to be