The Blue Pastel This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

April 18, 2010
Sitting with our feet dangling in the water,
And our fears
And loves
Pooled by our feet like shadows,
The wind whispered across our childlike cheeks
“We are too young to be this empty.”
And I'll carve our names into the ground
With a stolen
Scratching into pavement
The evidence
That we were here and held in our hands
And until the rain comes and sweeps away the blue
We are suddenly
And maybe that's why graffiti is so enchanting
And why I catch my breath at subway stops
And under the bridge
Nobody wants to be temporary,
Gone like dust on the wind.
And life is like a candle,
Bright and beautiful and destructive
And once in a while you are going to get burned,
But that doesn't mean
You want to blow it out.
Not ever.
So even as you grab for my hand
And tear the pastel from my fingertips
I say
We gotta let ourselves

This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.

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IWillDream54 said...
Sept. 14, 2011 at 7:22 pm
I have no words to describe how much I loved this poem!
Meagan8118 said...
Feb. 7, 2011 at 8:27 am
I loved how imagery was used in this poem. I could see everything that was being described. I also liked the part about graffiti. 
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