shivalihp

Author Bio: I love the Nightsky. It’s beautiful. There are so many analogies and stories and sights that all come with that one image or word of the night sky. So I decided to explore it and create the poem, NightSky. Enjoy!

They didn't say your name at graduation,

there was silence when there should've been you

when we should've been screaming for you

How can someone handle all this weight? This never-ending pressure is slowly crushing me. If ever I get a chance to breathe, and stretch my spine, it ends when the weight crashes back down. 

A mind is a storage room full of cardboard.

Boxes of all sizes lined up in perfect rows

There are open ones, ones taped shut

some are empty and being filled

organized and still and quiet

Winter: 

As frosty winds whisper, wrapping us in fear,

In winter's grasp, we gather near.

Underneath the snow-cloaked rooftops

We find warmth in each other.

I remember when a phone wasn't important to me

When all I wanted to do was play outside in the grass

Watch as the clouds wisped by in the sky