Inkpaw

we've all seen the dark 
and on occasion 
been swallowed whole by it
our eyes
leaking continuous streams 
and our feet
failing to hold us up 
until
we cant cry anymore
and now

I can't say, that I'm afraid of many things in life. 
but hate
scares me in a way that leaves you unsmiling for a week
the hate that tears families apart
and the hate that causes one country to drop a giant explosive 

It was my third or fourth birthday, if I recall correctly. I had been given a pair of small, green, frog faced rubber boots. I loved those boots from the second I saw them, I pulled them on and ran outside, to splash in the puddles.

daydreams
and cotton candy lolipops
blue
like the ocean 
glances that tell storries
and spilled cranberry juice
red 
like my blood
apiphinies
and the small, curious flames

I am made of moonbeams 
and shaped by my craft
the flowing words inside of me
that I can never hold back 
I am unidentified
mysterious 
and often quite mischievous 
who am I?
well 
I am me