float

I feel strangely disconnected today, as though something major is missing. It's as though I am floating, somehow, as though the anchors that usually hold me in place aren't here.
It's a strange sensation, one of almost loneliness, but at the same time I'm not alone.
I'm not entirely sure why I feel this way. People who I normally see were missing today, but there's no-one I could put my finger on. In fact, the people I would expect to miss the most were around, and still I feel like this.
It's not like I had a particularly bad day or anything; in fact, by normal standards it was quite a good day. No internals, no real work, no homework due or horrid teachers to deal with, a nice evening surprisingly well-planned ahead. I even had hot chips for lunch, which was a completely unexpected bonus. But still. It's strange.
Perhaps it's the book I'm reading.

overreact

overreact should be a song
'cause it's all that's playing in my head.

overreact
overreact
overreact
overreact
overreact
overreact
overreact
overreact

until i can't hear
what it means
anymore.

us

i can't believe
how blind we are.

how we look at them and scathe
and laugh and mock and look away.
how we listen to them and look astounded
as though what they have is so ridiculous.

how we act as though we're so superior
so above so beyond reproach.

when if you peel us back, layer by layer
underneath we are the same.

underneath, they are no longer them
but us.

for the only thing holding us apart
is whether we scathe or not
and how deeply our secrets are buried.

slide

i’m beginning to feel
as though you are some kind
of slippery yellow slope
that i am slowly falling off.

once we sat together
at the top of the slide,
your hand
in mine.

me

how come all of my poetry is about you,
when almost none of yours
even mentions
me?

at my feet

my mother’s hair
like raindrops
falls in pieces
to her feet.

my sister’s tears
like cursive ps
fall, dripping,
down her cheeks.

my father’s dreams
like pitbull’s teeth
fall, loathed,
down to the street.

drums

Isn't it funny how lyrics can take on a tune in your head, even when you've never before heard them performed as a song?
Isn't it funny how a poem can become a melody, repeating over and over through classes, to a beat all your own?

hate (an awful lot)

I hated my sister so much this morning
that I brushed my teeth for seven minutes straight
just to wash her taste out of my mouth.

I hated my mother so much right after that
that I left and caught a different bus to school
just to annoy her.

I hated Becky so much before school
that I had to walk in the cold rain
just to dry the tears off my cheeks.

I hated Olivia so much along with Becky
that I turned my iPod up as loud as it could go
just to block out my thoughts of her.

I hated the idea of a group of three so much
that I stomped in the puddles I passed
just to give me something else to be annoyed about.

I hated my maths teacher so much first thing
that I didn’t speak all period
just to hear her ask ‘are you okay?’ at the end.

It seems like I have an awful lot of hate in me today.