wph

wph

VT

16 years old

Posts

  • Poetry

    By wph

    My Head Cold

    My head cold waits at my bedroom windowsill 

    Tells me: 

    ‘No, you can’t do your homework. Lie back down and quit thinking so much.’ 

    Tells me: 

  • Poetry

    By wph

    The Rafters

    Remember the old A-shaped house?

    The one with the castle downstairs

    And the spell around it?

     

    It's empty now.

    Did you know that?

  • Poetry

    By wph

    Wristwatch

    All along the ticking surface

    All the sand along the edge

    All deep down in long dry throats:

    Fingers press.

    Hands Press.

     

    All from loose and baggy skin

    Round half-lucid teary minds

  • Poetry

    By wph

    Steps

    1. Wake up later than you need to, earlier than you want to and happier than you deserve to.

      2) Take a shower. Look at your big little body in the mirror before you get in. 

  • Poetry

    By wph

    2/15/Forever

    Someday there’ll be holes in these walls

    Where pictures of you once hung from thumbtacks 

    And the little squares of wall they used to take up 

    Will crumble and rot.

Loves

  • baby dandelions

    golden like the sun, 

    blooming in the spring, 

    till they turn to fuzz, 

    flying in the wind. 

    what our parents call weeds, 

    what we called flowers when we were young. 

  • Where I Keep My Heart

    In my attic I keep my heart. 
    I hold it there, safe amidst pillows, blankets and childhood stuffed animals. 
    When I make things, I break off a piece of my heart, 
    and sew it into pillows, 

  • sunday nights

    sunday nights are my own.

    old music in the corners of my mind

    pen scratches on paper, ten thousand poems

    two hundred and seventy-two

    little golden lights, 4 walls

    that mirror my soul.

  • Wet Thread

    You assembled me with great care and patience like a ship in a bottle. You made me a fine coat with matching pants with pockets like yours. The only difference was that I was not in mine.

  • braking for leaves

    in the beam of headlights

    a flash of motion darts across dark asphalt.

    brakes slam,

    a breath catches in the throat. 

    and the stillness of a stopped car