I am a plummeting plane. I see the clouds go past, And I close my eyes, sometimes, But I still feel where I’m going. Sometimes, I feel that
I cried out to God, And There was silence.
Let my joy be a promise To my future self Who is so beautiful Even if she isn’t pretty.
Farewell to friends, The kind that push. The word constantly bends. I live a life of isolation. While others play in their bubble…
If flowers could cry, Would the water out-spilled Also drown them Like a sloshing grave of Wet mud?
I woke at 3 a.m., And I was scared. I thought I’d never be tired agai… But then I remembered the morning And all the joy it brings.
I love John. I love when he cries. When he looks at me, I fly.
I wish I could tell my brother That I loved him, But the words are tight in my thro… And I’m a coward. I wish I didn’t say “thank you”
I sing of a new carol Which starts silly giggles As a speeding blue carriage Runs merrily through the dark.
You ruined me. How could you? You’re my mother. You were supposed to be strong. Not me.
Don’t cry Don’t cry Don’t cry Because it’s your birthday.
I died on Tuesday. My soul floated up Above my milky corpse, And I smiled. I saw my family,
Not as ardent as before. I’m tired. Slowing down, A tail growing heavier and longer With each day.
I’m falling apart beneath my smile… I grapple blindly for a rope To save myself from rising waters. I come up, lungs full of despair, And my parents cover my mouth
Flurries in India: Nothing’s impossible If life is a string Pulling me along.