what she really wanted was
to find words that told her
who she was.
a lexicon for her feelings.
Author: Zoey
I am currently in high school and am a logophile.
they’re the only thing keeping you going. they help you forget that little corner of your brain that is drowning and suffocating and burning. they melt away the numb and paralyzing nights and make you feel alive. they give beauty and value new meanings. a lifetime of adventures, and stories, and in the moment moments are all you can see in the hues of their eyes.
-the fine line between hope and naïve
Retrouvaille
i haven’t written poetry
in a while.
it’s like brushing hands with an old friend.
not a stranger, just
unfamiliar.
Anxiety
therapy. a refuge of my being.
a place where my mind acts as inkblots
only i can see.
i lay down or write, most times i don’t speak.
i’m scared that i’ll mumble faster, than i can think.
A-N-X-I-E-T-Y
anxiety
intense, excessive, and persistent fear
about everyday situations.
ignored because of its familiarity
abused because of its formality
no inconvenience is a minor inconvenience.
love in a time of anarchy
but at times
The room was so
quiet,
i couldn’t even
hear my heart
beating.
no matter how
offbeat.
Thirteen
sometimes
i wait
for the clock
to strike
thirteen
like somehow
that
would explain
everything.
Not So Simple 