neutral.

You look tall and lonely
And you make me feel extremely petite
It used to be petite in an emotional way
But it's been 2 summers since then.
I always thought it was me who intimidated you
But it was your intimidating thoughts that made
You run away from me as a child.
You came back a bit older
And realized this was getting old.
I'm here in the present and I'm not yours to say.
You've gained weight
But you're still skinny
You still look the same
But it's your heart
It gained more weight.

As I Skip over the concrete that seemed like it has survived many earthquakes in its bygone era 
I wave and say good morning 
To the drunk guy who wakes up to beer and ends the night to beer.
As I greet him I know I'm disregarding 
The advice my mom gives me every morning before she goes off to another day at the lab. 
I notice the uncomforting bugs invading human property if only they knew 
They were crawling into their death.
I turn the corner and admire the unsymmetrical shaped house and glance at the left part of the roof 
That failed at meeting the right part because the left part was lower than the other.
Heinus smells from different houses intimidating my nostrils but I deal with it 
Because this route to school is always new.

Frozen Warmth

Outside is calling
Though it's cold
But the sunset seems
Like a glimpse of
Warm paradise.
I knew
Just a few months more.
Freshly cut grass will
Welcome me as I pass
My neighbors lawn.
The concrete is exposed
Along with my skin.
Sprinklers will refresh me
And  without a doubt
I'll Run through
As I simmer beneath the sun
And allow the musty smell
To penetrate my hair
Strand by strand.

Igloo

I am an igloo
Filled with icy knives
Cold
Closed
And Sharp
Surrounded by perfect white
Isolated by me
Candid is a no cando.
The freezing of warmth is interminable.
An abundance of cold whipping wind.
Made out of my own surroundings
To shield my own surroundings.
Just a crack to let people in
And let them out.
That's all I am
An igloo.

New
Yet still feeling continued.
The cold starting to make a move
The new breaks
The new light.
A lousy feeling overcoming me
Things aren't new
Things are the same
Sure let the ball drop
At the strike of midnight
Strummed out
High as a kite
Never wanting to come down
Unlike that glimmering ball.
The city wasn't freezing
A new sensation
With an old surrounding
January.

Left.

You were there ever since I was born
Didn't realize you were there till I was 3
I was standing the mirror disgusted.
I'm always scared you'd be seen
Before I get to explore a world
A new world.
It has been revealed in the smelly locker room
Where insecurities and poor self esteem
Make up the stench.

Here I am embarrassed of you.

I expect the least from you.

Usually I am optimistic towards people and I'm quite generous with hospitality and all that nice stuff but you? TUH!