Treblemaker

Treblemaker

NY

YWP Alumni Advisor

Posts

  • Independent

    I do not know what this all means –
    Independence Day right now –
    when redefining freedom 
    was different then than now,
    how mindsets have since shifted
    but some brains have stayed behind,
    reshaping laws, procedures,
  • Four AM

    Sitting on my bed at night
    Wishing for a star.
    Come wave hello for my delight,
    Night owls we are.
    Come take my hand and lead me through the universe at large.
    Bless me with your tinkling laugh
    Among the planet shards.
  • Blackout

    One black square on one webpage 
    Another pops up too,
    A third is seen if you scroll down
    Soon there's twenty-two. 
    One blank square,
    No writting on it
    Inky darkness freeze,
    And yet the power in the blackout... 
  • Think Fast

    I can not think as fast as you
    I'm not a genius either,
    I work hard to understand
    and you go ten times farther.
    I do the problems at my pace
    and you go times faster
    And I'm not doing easy stuff! 

Loves

  • The little girl at midnight

    Once upon a time,

    There was a little girl

    Barely above the age of 7

    Forcing her eyes

    To stay open

    Awaiting the new year

    The little girl

    Was excited

    She believed

    Everything would work out

  • gratitude

    My happiness had grown tremendously after a week of using a gratitude journal. Taking a moment each night to reflect on something or someone you are grateful for made my day so much better. It helped me focus on the positive aspects of my life.

  • The Blue Bucket

    I was 11—just a little girl playing on the swing set. I saw the picnic table, a white mother and her daughter were walking toward me. They were getting closer and closer as their baritone steps bared down on the rough pavement.

  • Surrender

    The screen stares back at me: 

    9:30 pm, 

    an unfinished assignment, 

    a deadline due. 

    My weary chest heaves a heavy breath. 

  • Miss You

    I miss you like I miss my childhood and good God,

    I think it's because that's what you were.

    You were a childhood fantasy and now you are gone

    we're

    two teenagers who don't look when we pass in the hall