I am a fifteen-year-old high school student in Keene NH, and an activist in my community. I am currently trying to help bring light to LGBTQ+ youth issues within my school. I have also been writing and practicing visual arts for quite some time. I do truly hope I am able to show the world how I feel. For in my world, I only have the sour taste on my tongue, but with eyes that are sugary. I hope that my works find you in some comfort in this beautiful raging world we live in.
CON NHỚ MẸ KHÔNG
As the sky melts over the horizon
I search for you
The one more missed than remembered
I can’t make you up
In any physical sense
See, I’ve tried
Not only with you
This unfounded heartbreak
I dally with daily
The drug of connection
Seen as a crush
Ah yes
If it isn’t the constant misunderstanding of the fluttering adolescent mind
It’s interesting
Most see it as some burden,
A joke
I feel you see it as I
A soft butterfly floating on wings aimlessly;
A journey for meaning that looks like a dead end
I search for you,
As little black needles crawl up my legs and back
I look for you,
Through the words you’ve passed on to me
Pages folded on something that interested you
Possibly years ago
I picture you,
That is to say the being without having form
Folding pages and taking notes,
Impressed by those before you
‘New and selected poems’
Nearly written and published fourteen years before I was born Yet, here I sit
As the sky folds gently into itself
Trying to create understanding
For the kind soul, that will once be left.
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EMPTY COMPANY
Loneliness- only makes the cold feel colder
I’d tell you I’m cold
In hopes you’d give me your sweatshirt
Please- walk with me
down Wyman, and past the Frog Belly Farm Past
the covered jeep-crystaled with morning frost
Keep walking
past the plot of land for sale,
down to the field
Let's talk about nothing
as the sun courses
the valley over the dark pines
Just sit here,
with me
Tell me about your weekend
I want to get to know you better
To make this morning
a little less cold