Tuesday, September 24, 2013

the monsters

I’ve got to let the monsters out
or they’ll eat my insides:

If I let them stomp around on paper
they’ll stop their stomping in my skull

I’ve got to let the aching be real
or I’ll lose my mind:

If I hit the walls so my knuckles go blue
then it will only hurt for a while

I’ve got to let the noise out
or I’ll stop hearing things at all:

If I scream till my lungs are empty paper bags
it might be still for once in my chest

I’ve got to sort some things out
or the silent weight will crush my spirit:

If I make the invisible things into pictures
I might start to see what’s the matter with me.

Monday, September 16, 2013

for Hannah

hallways, heartbreak, and horror films
sleepovers sleepovers sleepovers
sexual frustration
but hopes, and dreams, and plans

texting, talking, teasing
you feel the way I do?
someone to tell those hopes,
and dreams,
and plans

smashing a boy's last name to your first
we would do it again
and again
whispering, laughing into the dark

graphite-coated hands
from notes in math class
doodles doodles doodles
I still have them filling my drawers

we stayed up to fight the monsters
the zombies, boys, and insecurities
we cried too much and laughed till it hurt
burned journals and bridges

ate too much
slept too little
feared the future
loved each other

happy birthday my Hannah