Poetry

i'm not falling not this time im standing firm and tall i'm just standing alone people are leaving again no one talks to me i'm always the initiator of conversation but i am

5:43 what a time to be awake i can hear the birds chirping as a light blue fades into the sky i know that by this time morning dew droplets have already

I turn 24 this week. Gosh, I feel old. I know that I'm not as old as the others, but that also means I'm not as young as the others either. Here’s

Go, as far as you can get, But these memories, I will never forget.

As I drive I think about the fog that creeps along the wheels of my car. I think about the gray in the sky. The droplets that are dusting my windshield, they aren't