here’s where I’ll put whatever literary works I’d like to share with people other than Rachel or my English teacher
Seedpods
In this body, I contain only the idea of being.
My bones protect the words philosophers can’t comprehend and form sentences and stories of my belonging in this material universe solely so they can tell themselves
they’re alive.
These ideas are just seeds, floating in a shell that bleeds into other ideas, other shells, and I can’t help but wonder if we’re all destined for the same garden
for we are all buried under the same earth.
Who will be the one to plant me?
Oceans
You can’t hand me kisses and call it love,
or hold me close when you’re miles away in a television show
as God’s ink spills into the night sky, I can’t help but want to be
the defiant star who can’t be washed away
Either I failed emotion or it failed me,
I need something tangible I can’t lose in space
like I can lose tears in the sea.
