The sound of the train past midnight And a clear sort of light seek my room and cheeks Leaving the layers of darkness, moon, and house light stale and stark As if the lighter colored sheaths of air in the dark are unbreathable As if I’m lying to myself about what I really see through the night
7 november 2017 (sight) your veiny, wan feet/expansion/between you/the floorboards/creation of space smacking the granite countertop breaks infinity they say they said/stare into the threads of your black sweatshirt/the threads have threads and those threads have threads/and so
Come with me into these memories Where grown-ups are not allowed Across the deep concrete river Where in giant hollow owl’s eyes You can hear the hidden bears’ growls. Beneath high branches curved like arches Their leaves intertwined Like a patchy living ceiling For this green chapel This childho
Left only is the echo of the water’s laugh The birds’ little whispers still can be heard. The moon isn’t full, it’s only half Sun’s clear rays have been made fuzzy and blurred. Melody misses Harmony-her friend Nightime longs to hear the old barn owl’s hoo. The sowing thread has split and needs a
Memories, oh memories those fine grains of sand Escape between your fingers to the beating of the band Murmuring in harmony upon a demure heart Oh what a lovely pas de deux in which we find our part Rows of fleeting smiles and a million bluebird skies Intent on brightly shining as they pass befor
The Universe A place made of solar systems, stars, and planets. To me, Is just a fading reality. A dream someone dreamed last night. A dying star of happiness that is my heart. A town of my dreams, By the sea, That a tidal wave hit, Throwing it into nothingness. I made that tidal wave, Me, my dre
Who wishes... she could live in the sunny, tropical Bahamian world for a summer she could experience the ear-popping adventure on an airplane going place to place visiting the breathtaking sights around planet Earth she could put her toes in the squishy sand everyday smelling the salty fresh air
I Wish To create new and innovative objects For the joy of finding a new building block of the universe To write the published wonder that will spread throughout the world To smell the delicious food in front of me, soon to be in cookbooks everywhere For the tiring but interesting duty of running
I wonder. I wonder who the person I’ll become in twenty years will be. I wonder if I’ll be helping someone in desperate time of need, or saving someone’s life on an empty street. I wonder if the mountains I climb Will be filled with sunshine as bright as the stars in the middle of summer, Or roug
Of all the questions, one stands out. Who do you want to be? I want to be someone whose life is overflowing with adventure. I want to travel and explore. It would be great to see monuments as bold as stars. I want to have as much fun as a kid with a balloon. I would love to tour the wonderful wor
Standing in the middle of the stage microphone taped to my face singing my heart out
Handcuffing the mass murder who has been loose for decades lowering his head into the cop car
My hope is that we can forget about hate, our prejudices, our unneeded bias.
Forget about making others feel bad about themselves, oppressing them for being different. We can forget about our pointless wars, and instead, focus on restoring peace and order.