May 13 Sketch dump

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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 ❤

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rewrite me

 

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

These words,

These sayings.

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

 

I am

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

Or plead,

Whatever you need

Color me like heaven

Take my soul

Not halved,

In whole

Siphon the wicked straight from my bones

Take this being

Start in her a new thing

Take me,

My great king,

Rewrite me

Teach me how to be

in the same way i’ve always known

In the same way I’ve always known

This body needs a home

And me

A soul

Not full grown

Just

Too accident prone

These nights

The air is so dense

And astronomical

But these days

Are less than monumental

My dear human,

What is there left to say?

I’ll be waiting anyways

On the brink of yesterday

Still sifting and lilting

Through heartbeats

And foggy weeks

Watching it all leave

With a lack of sleep

Fairy dust excerpt

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“Who? Me?” Elijah turned around suddenly.

“No not you you weirdo. Gabriel.”

“Aren’t they always?” Gabriel sighed. “About dream traveling?”

She nodded. “Your dad says you should practice taking us over now.”

“Okay I’m not tired now though.”

Elijah jumped up. “To Lepidoria?

“Sit down! We’re not going now!” Phillis yelled.

“I was just there. I have to be really tired for it to work,” Gabriel said.

“You know, if you wanna get tired, we could race.”

“You could not,” Phillis said.

“You can be our lookout. If you see someone coming, throw a rock at them.” Elijah laughed.

“No.”

“Okay then we should just go to Lepidoria. Like now. Lemme go get the dust.” Elijah leaped from the couch and scrambled down the hall and up the stairs. Phillis shook her head. “That boy.” Gabriel laughed out loud, causing Phillis to grin. “You two always crack me up,” he said.

“Yeah yeah. He’s a pain in the butt.”

Elijah pranced back into the room, holding a full jar of fairy dust. He struggled to get the lid off, making very dramatic sounds and movements as he twisted it with no success. Phillis grabbed it from him. She couldn’t open it either. “Gabriel?”

He took it, sliding the lid off with ease. “Show off,” Elijah grumbled. He grabbed the jar straight from Gabriel’s hands and then proceeded to dump it on him and his sister.

“Elijah!” Phillis screeched. “What is mom going to say? That’s a whole jar of fairy dust, you know what it takes to get one of those?”

There was glitter in Gabriel’s eyelashes, in his nostrils, giving the room a frosty iridescent sheen. Everything was swimming. He blinked and Phillis sneezed. It powdered her afro like sugar.

“It’s in my ears!’ She howled.

“Okay,” Elijah said calmly. “Now try and go to sleep.”

“What!” She yelled.

“Just listen. It’s magic right? So both of you close your eyes and then try to focus on dream traveling.”

“We don’t even have our wings right now,” Phillis whined.

A monarch and a Luna moth perched lazily on the frame of the tv. Elijah pointed to them.

“So put them on. And try to sleep. C’mon. You want to find Miss Wistfaun right? And Gabriel wants to learn to take us all over?”

Phillis and Gabriel nodded.

“So do it then.”

They summoned their moths and closed their eyes. Gabriel inhaled, breathing in a sprinkling of dust. He felt waves wash over him, tingling in his abdomen, and then…

He opened his eyes to see the Creskince cottage sitting before him.

Phillis + Gabriel + Excerpt

Kiera couldn’t pick her up that day so she took the bus home with him. It was crowded, so they stood shoulder to shoulder and clung to the metal bars to keep their balance. There seemed to be an almost electric sort of happiness running through her. They stood in a mass of grumpy people for thirty minutes and all she could do was grin and bump his shoulder and whisper something about all the fairies she would meet. He nodded now and again, letting his book bag hang loose over his right shoulder. She was chatty and upbeat, but his parents still overwhelmed his thoughts. His mother lost in another land, his father losing himself in his own home. He thought about his own mission, and the secrets that kept him from understanding who he was and where he came from.

“Gabriel?”

Phillis looked at him with her deep eyes. He was so into his thoughts that he didn’t notice until she tugged his sleeve and pulled the cord to request the next stop. She took his sleeve and pushed her way through the crowd towards the back door. They got off and walked down the sidewalk. She let go.

“You good?” she asked.

“Yeah I’m fine. Just thinking.”

They got bubble tea from a painted food truck and then spent the afternoon walking around the city in their uniforms. He was tired and jittery but her smile put him at ease. They walked back towards her house where they found Elijah sunbathing in the grass. It was sunny and shifting to an evening breed of sunlight, but the weather grew crisp and bit at their fingertips.

Phillis swung open the gate and dropped her bookbag next to her brotherś head. She leaned down to look at him.

¨What are you doing, weirdo?¨

He fluttered his eyes lazily. The sparse tendrils of the willow tree danced around him idly. He grinned a crooked grin.

¨Waiting for you losers. Are we going to Lepidoria or what?¨ He sat up, brushing the dead grass off his kneecaps.

a farewell to all i’ve known and never seen

I’d rather be with you

Than stay at home

Rotting in my saturday clothes

I’d rather be more you

Less me

Then we’d all grow up more pleasantly

But forget about who we’ve been

And who I’ll never be

Because somewhere in this wintry world

I have colors not yet seen

I still dream in the third degree

 

So remember me

Not for bursts of melancholy

Or scraps of fantasy

Rotten daydreams

Lush whimsy

The hope of being clean

Not for perceived naivety  

Read my poetry

 

These words ebb in my chest

And spurt forth into mess

 

I’m drifting

Wistful introspection

Before and now

And who I’m hoping to become

 

My heart has moved light years since third grade

So why does it stay in the same place?

I still want the same things

I’m still longing for his wings

 

This sweet sampling of spring pacifies me

How different I feel

To fall asleep to psalms underneath my pillow

Sun warming my window

This season of detachment is ending

As my place here is descending

My heart preparing itself

For impending change

 

Three months and it’s over

It’s over

It’s over

I wish I could have been better

Said more

 

I’d rather be with you

Than stay at home

Rotting in my saturday clothes

I’d rather be more you

Less me

Then we’d all grow up more pleasantly

But forget about who we’ve been

And who I’ll never be

Because somewhere in this wintry world

I have colors not yet seen

 

There is no anger left in this human

No bite

No fight

No girlish blight

I’m here and I’m alright

 

Where the sunlight stops

In the morning glaze

And i dream of freckled shoulder blades

One day I’ll publish a tragedy

Or in some eyes

A masterpiece

Dreams

And inner beings

Unspoken things

Drifting sunbeams

This, now

The first ray of spring

 

I paint watercolor sunflowers

And clair de lune

Drifting off

In this cluttered room

Dreaming of june

Oh dear

I leave, very soon

For now

I’ll forget the future

And roam

In this sweet tune