I beat myself up every day without so much as a scratch.
Gilt
Can a good person be both a tree hugger and a book lover, when one has to be murdered to create the other?
Him
He asked to meet
He wanted to talk
He tried to kiss me
He tried to grab
We parted ways
He was mad
That I wouldn’t
Give him anything
I was mad about
What he was
Trying to take
Sun-kissed
what more pleasant sensation
than sunshine on skin —
spirit and flesh drinking in
nature’s pure golden light
Analysis
Handwriting is autobiography.
Hiding from the sleep cops
I’ve had such bad insomnia the sleep cops have issued a warrant for my rest.
Solar energy
The sun is nature’s antidepressant.
Sway
I suffer from pendulum feelings.
Comforter
Sometimes a really good nap is more refreshing than an entire night’s sleep.
Abridged
Just so you know, I lied about my weight on my poetic license.
Venules
Passion does not study anatomy in books.
Dissecting hearts
If falling in love feels this good, being in love must be intolerable.
journal, age fifteen
Sessile
Life is a dance of balance.
Life is creative falling.
Life is half spent getting back up.
Life is learning to dance with a partner —
and learning to dance without a partner,
and letting go enough to dance in the crowd.
Life is a freestyle jig.
Life is a twirl and a bow.
Life is the best dance you’ve ever danced
and the only chance you’ll get, so dance!
Death is your dancing soul returning to the heavens.