Poems
The American Flag
Pillaged of my lucid thoughts and
Dragged to the ends of the green carpet
The school's doors won't open for me
And I'm cold
I lower the American flag
Gently and neatly folding it to my chest
Hunchbacked to secure it from the rain
Hidden from the tempestuous, self-isolated youths
I find a desolate corner
The flag will protect me
Gently and neatly unfolding it from my chest
I hope it serves me well
As I have done for it
Now I'm wrapped up in the American flag
And I'm still cold.
The Experience
Falling into canyons can devastate
Like drops of rain on red soil
But for a few moments I can travel
Between sheets of air with my arms
Outstretched - a wingspan to embrace
The wind as my heart flutters from the high
I'll never hold again
I'm falling fast and I wonder how
I can keep this experience
Of never wanting to hit bottom less
There are no reasons in our logic
And while I've hunted with nothing
But my heart I know I still have a chance
To enjoy this, enjoy this and the air below
Me will thicken
The clock's hands pierced my shoulders
But not my legs
I can still move forward at the same time
My pace is slowed
But not my will
I'll get there
I'll get there soon enough
It's inevitable
Let me have this.