All the Things

How i feel after the day’s taken me

I feel tired and sleepy

Wanting to feel the grass below me like its a bed

 and lay beneath the warm sun

my body feeling weighted and yet weightless as i lie down 

ny back aching and neck stiff

like everything is so heavy and my lines don’t make sense that i know

Feel like I’m drunk when the world takes my time and energy 

without my consent or willingness 

To learn from the teachers at school who treat me like I’m a fragile case 

cuz I ran from that wretched place 

Twice 

and each time had to apologize to the monsters that hurt me 

my fingers itch and cramp and my head pounds from 

All of the things I must do before the day ends 

meanwhile I chug water cuz I’m sad and when I’m depressed that’s just what I do

Damn 

I do that every day I guess 

 I then hot glue beads on my nails so I look cool and 

Put on a suit so ladies think I’m a dude 

In front of the fractured mirror my hollow eyes stare back and I cry 

spilling the crystals from my sockets 

The lapis pours out of me even though I kept my geode self safe during the day

My guard is down and up the castle crumbling 

ink between my hands and toes 

I don’t know where it came from 

Forgot what happened during school 

I zoned out and drew i guess 

Dissociative amnesia 

Happening 

Finding a hole where there shouldn’t be one 

and forgetting to fill it with agate 

My anxious brain lies wide awake at midnight 

staring at the stars 

Jupiter and Mars winking at me 

In the onyx sky 

The moon shining bright through my window and filling me up 

Creative and full of love 

Suddenly jump out of bed 

Knowing what I should’ve done while stifling myself like stone during the day so 

They couldn’t jab me with swords 

Though they do

Anyway 

I draw and drink tea 

Listen to orchestra 

And go pee 

All things I should’ve done 

Painted and made lists 

Finally fall asleep 

Wake up at 6am and fall back 

To unconsciousness 

Bike to school 

Late again 

Repeat 

All the things 

Again

Reviews

[Alexander]

Hey Noah! I liked this piece quite a bit! You did a good job with your story-telling in this work and it definitely helped convey your theme very well. It was also contrasted nicely with how the night makes you feel compared to the daytime in the. I do think the use of more slang terms like, "cuz" throughout the poem can detract from their impact sometimes, so I would perhaps consider using them less or removing it for both professionalism (though I understand you're not trying to write very formal) and consistency with wording and overall language of the poems themselves. Great work!

[Noah]

Hey Alexander! Thanks for the review! I actually used the word “cuz” in there to show my feelings of a young person communicating with other people using popular slang as a way to connect. If you are interested in reading more things like this, I recommend Ntozake Shange’s book, “for colored girls who have considered suicide” as it displays the emotions a young, depressed person might feel and the wording is quite similar, to, yet again, convey the slang as a way to communicate.

[Noah]

Sorry this is a long one, y’all! Poems come to me like fever dreams so they’re long or short really whenever.
Hopefully everyone can relate to being stifled by others during the day but feel completely nocturnal and alive with uniqueness during the night ☺️🌕✨.