Posts
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Speechless
I am speechless.
All the bullshitting and lies
from our government.
OUR government.
They say that they are protecting us.
That's not what I see,
"Don't believe your eyes."
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Flow
Writing for me is like a river of words flowing out of me.
Sometimes raging other times calm and slow.
Other times it is as if the otters living in the river have built a dam.
Blocking the flow,
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The Shadow
I woke up just like any other day. Get up, get dressed, go to school. It was all normal up until recess. I was on the swing set the first time I saw him. A shadow of a figure that looked. . . like me?
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Every day
Some days during the last block of school I feel like falling asleep.
Not because I don't care about school. In fact I want to learn,
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Numb
I find it absurd that the President is doing so much bad I no longer have the capacity to feel any more.
I have become
numb
numb to the fact that this man has broken so many laws you can't even count them.
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This is what we've come to?
When I first saw the news that Charlie Kirk had been shot I was scrolling through YouTube so I paid it no heed. Then I heard people in the hallways talking about what had happened.
Loves
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Blood, sweat, and tears
First step:
Come up with an idea
something you spiral
circulate around
carve your name and your life into a treble clef
what inspires you?
Second step:
Google note patterns
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Nobody will believe you otherwise
Say you're a president.
Not a king.
If that's true then what's happening in Venezuela?
You removed a ruthless dictator, yes,
but you just replaced him with another.
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I feel sick
Renee Good just wanted to go home
To her kids
6, 12, and 15
I've watched the video
I didn't want to
But I needed to see for myself if she really tried to run the agent over
She didn't
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The Truth is Being Altered
A couple was shot in the city which I call home. Portland, Oregon. I learned the news right after I had gotten home from school. Had this really happened? Could it be true?
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Writer's Pledge
As an author I now pledge my allegiance to a free space, to not judge others for their fascinations.
I wish to allow others to dream and bleed mine out on paper; A dream is no longer a dream with me, it’s a story.
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act of heart
when I was thirteen
and scared of real life
I gave out advice like candy
showering my friends with hope
and watched them grow
like sunflowers
out of a cold, dark earth