Poems

Poems. 

1/17/2018

If this was a book

I would be walking towards the front

Yellow ball in hand

Sidestepping, dodging every throw,

Throwing, and watching it soar up ahead

Too high to catch,

before falling down and hitting someone

The best player on the team, cheers for me, etc, etc.

But this isn't a book.

And I watch the ball tumble down towards the ground,

Bouncing once around sneakers, before rolling

Rolling into the wall, where someone picked it up.

There were no throws for me to dodge, no throws for me to catch.

Everyone knows I am too weak to pose a target.

1/20/2018

People are like apples.

This one is green.

This one is red.

One is sour one is sweet.

But not all green are sour.

Not all red are sweet.

And upon peeling the apples there is no difference.

We just say there is.

3/22/2018

The blue pawn stood before the red queen

Ready to swoop

But the blue pawn hesitated

So the red queen went in

And the blue pawn was dead.

This was not the time for mercy

Cried the fallen

The red queen advanced farther into the battlefield.

Where the red queen stood, and the blue queen stood.

Though there was no movement to attack.

So the red queen struck, and the blue queen fell.

But as the blue queen's body tumbled,

The calls of reality sounded.

And the like-gods walked away.  

3/22/2018

To be against

Is to look upon a human face

And decide they are no more than that word,

That that one word defines them, summarizes them

That that word is all you need to know

(Last line in progress) 

-Sarah