Dec 05

The Things of The Past

i dwell
on the things
of the past
too often
because i

i still
don’t know
in third grade
a boy
in my class
found that
had to
hit me

my nose


moved away
that year

this year

i see
him in the
halls of
our school

and i
don’t know
did something
to make him
to do this

its been
more than
Dec 05

Some People

how do you
say something
when you don’t have the words

and how come
some people
do have all the words

and how come
some people
can speak

and how come
some people
know how to say the thing that you wish you knew how to say

and how come
some people
can say those things

because you don’t
know how to
because you don’t have the words
Dec 05

What We Wish To Forget

we find peace when we ease our aching minds
when we twist it to justify the mistakes that we have made--

in the things we wish to do over
and the things that we all wish to forget,

but by finding that peace for ourselves
we are forgetting.

forgetting everything that happened
forgetting what we need to remember

to ensure
that we learn

Dec 05

Our Choices

“what is life?
they say it's from b to d
from birth to death,
but what's between b and d?
it's a “c”, so what is a c...”

we are taught to
but then
we are told to

we are taught to
but then
we are told to
act--now, right now

we are taught to
but then
we are told to

we are taught to
but then
we are told to

we are taught to
but then
we are told to
move on

we are taught to
but then
we are told to

we are taught to
try again
but then
we are told to
find something better

we are taught to
but then
we are told to

“ is a choice…”
~ anonymous
Nov 30

Small World

Micheal's running away from the orphanage--again. But this time it's different. He will not be caught. All that he has is his sneakers, his clothes, and the little plastic panda Kued gave him. She's the only one he'll miss. He blinks away images of five years old eyes and he runs hurridly down the crowded Berlin street...

Kimberly Edwards blinks in the San Fransico sunshine streaming in her bedroom window. She tastes paper. Spitting, she glanced down and sees last nights book covering the bottom half of her face. She sits up in bed and rubs her eyes. "Today is a new day. Today is a new day. Today is a new day," she quietly repeats to herself as she throws the covers off the start her day...
Nov 30

The Voice

You feel the tug at first in your stomach.
Small easy to ignore--but you want to swim.
You cross the perfect white sand of the small Caribbean island. Your toe touches the water.
The tug--which you try to push away--becomes much stronger.
It seems to pull you in.
You tell yourself it’s nothing, that you're still in control.
You’re very wrong.
You begin swimming out.
Much farther than you would normally go.
You keep telling yourself you’re having fun, but you can just make out the small voice in the back of your head telling you to turn back.
The louder one--the new one--tells you to keep swimming, so you do.
Suddenly you decide you want to dive.
Down you go.
The water gets murkier, darker.
Your lungs begin to call for air, but down farther you go, listening to the new voice in your head.
Finally, the new voice quiets.
You come to your own senses.
Your lungs begin to scream for air.
Nov 30

i hope for tommorrowland

i hope for tomorrowland.
a place where no one is judged.
a place where no one has to die fighting for something they don't believe in.

i hope for tomorrowland.
a place where everyone is proud to be unique.
a place where aid is close.

i hope for tomorrowland.
a place where everyone is accepted and valued.
a place where the government is stable.

i hope for tomorrowland.
a place where everyone has access to everything they need.
a place where everyone gets the same rights.

i hope for tomorrowland
a place where a boy doesn't have to hide in a shell.
a place where a girl’s work is valued.

i hope for tomorrowland.
a place where the planet’s temperature does not rise.
a place where people care for one another.

i hope for tomorrowland.
A place where everyone, anyone, everything, and anything is safe.
...a place maybe a little less like today.

Nov 29


when i was little my parents told me that my tears were salty
and to stop crying because they might run out

now tears are the way i remember what
there is to truly cry about

now tears are the way i tell myself
to keep fighting, even if it hurts

now tears are the way to show that
i believe in something
Nov 29

Because of You

we stayed up late
later than normal
later than we should
to watch

the race had been going on for a year
but this was
all that mattered
this was the only decision

we wanted to stay later
we pleaded with our parents
to let us watch
just a little longer

but of course
they held strong
to their
earlier rule

we went to bed with
hope and despiration in our
eyes and
in our hearts

I woke up early the next morning
on my own accord
it took me a minute to remember
last night

i rushed down the stairs
to mom
and asked her what had happened
she only started to cry

becuase of you

someone who gadly kills
an endangered species
it's what your sons' want

someone who hurts
someone else
to stand taller

someone who
boasts about
Nov 28

Music Is...

the strum of my guitar
in tune or not
around a crackling fire
with family and friends

messing up with
the saxophone
because I'm trying
too hard not to laugh during band

too many friends in a hammock
at camp
playing the ukulele and singing
at the top of my lungs

dad downstairs
singing the songs I don't like
beautifully too loud
as I close my eyes to sleep

blasting "Hamilton" (swears and all)
and Taylor Swift
in the car
and knowing all the words

plunking out
that my fingers don't yet understand on
the piano

me and her in third grade
with a mic, confidence
and "Let It Go" being
sung poorly and off key

bliss and freedom
expression and originality
giggles and understanding