she writes poems

she writes poems


she writes on the bus 

as other kids chatter about 

a party that she wasn't invited to

(not that she wanted to go to 

their party anyway)

as they scroll through instagram photos 

doubletap doubletap doubletap

she turns the clouds outside the window 

and the way the

lines on the road blur together 

into a song on the page


she writes at school 

in a worn notebook 

with no lines on the pages

she writes during class 

(only during the boring parts)

with her notebook hidden under

the desk in math

her notebook on top of the desk in science 

(the teacher never notices)

(would he notice if she wrote her poems 

on the desk in highlighter)


she writes about the world 

turning observations into something deep 

she read somewhere

that a poet could take 

the sprawling nature of the world

and with one word 

strip it down to its core

(does she do that) 

(she thinks

maybe 

she does)


and she's trying 

she's trying so hard 

to fit in

she's been told 

that you should be yourself

(she's been shown 

that you really shouldn't) 


she wants to be normal 

but how can she be

when her heart beats a prism 

and theirs all beat 

black-white black-white black-white


she wishes for 

something

(she's not quite sure what) 

she wishes on stars

and pennies in the fountain 

and dandelions floating away on the breeze

(she can never blow 

all the seeds off in one breath

maybe that's why her wishes won't come true)


she writes poems 

she writes wishes 

she writes clouds and dandelion seeds

(after all 

aren't those all the same thing)

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A/N: I was experimenting with capitalization and punctuation in this poem. Let me know what you think of this style! 

Credit to Eventide on the WoFMB for the line "her heart beats a prism." I hope you don't mind that I quoted your amazing poem. (And you don't even have a Wattpad, at least not to my knowledge, so why am I writing this as if you'll be reading it?)

Oh, and the photo at the top is of the notebook I wrote this poem in, the notebook I talked about in the poem.

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