Dec 02

City Lights

The city lights blind whoever is not used to them
They are the city’s version of stars.
They light the streets,
Guiding the midnight walkers.
They glow in every building
Helping late night workers.
They light the sidewalks, which are consumed of the
People with a destination.
The street lights let you go by,
Honking a constant annoyance.
Welcoming you into,
The city that never sleeps.
Dec 02

Hair Tangles

My hair tangles
Ignoring your attempts,
You try to put me down
Your words meant to be burdens
But they just turn into flowers and gently hit my skin.
You try to bring me down to your level where the dirty mud lives
But instead I am pushed onto the tips of mountains.
You shout insults up at me but
The wind just sweeps them into music.
You point out my mistakes
But my mistakes make me special.
I offer my hand ready to bring you up
But you slap it away thinking it is a trick.
Why must you think I am dirty?
Why must you think I am harsh?
I call out for you to take my hand
A final attempt to help,
You look disgusted but take it anyway
I pull you up to the mountains
Your eyes are bewildered.
I have fallen for a monster but maybe you never were
Maybe my view was twisted and I saw you a different way.
Though the mirrors give you a reflection they do not give you the truth.

Nov 29

A Picture

The spinning drums in her ears
Her hair pulled back loosely in braids
The dress she wears holds to many rips.
Eyes focused on the task,
While also wondering what else is
In the world.
There is a clicking noise
Interrupting the usual hum.
A man with a camera
Arrives in front of her.
His kind eyes inviting,
He asks for a picture.
The girl agrees
And a picture of Addie Card is produced.

Nov 29

The Love in Your Heart

The love in you heart
Makes everything around you warm.
The cup of steaming coffee that rests in your hands
Puffs shapes of hearts into the unkind air.
Your scarf hugs your neck
Protecting it from the icy cold.
I look at my own heart,
And I wish it was not so cracked,
The cold air can breeze through so
With needle and thread I mend my heart,
With the thought of love in my mind.
Not for me but for everyone else.
Nov 28

Snowy Land

The trees crack,
Their moans echo through the forest
Before arriving back to my ears
The snow is heavy and wet
Sticking on the branches  
Weighing them to eye level.
The chilly air picks fights with my skin
Turning it a rosy pink.
The piercing blue diamond eyes that are mine,
Take in the snow falling on my face and lashes.
Pine trees graze my skin
The smell strong as ever.
Rays of sun filter through
Kissing my cheeks with warmth.
My feet move through the snow
Carefully leaving my footprints behind
In the snowy white land.
Nov 27

Umbrella Dancers

The big bell rings
umbrellas pop open all at once.
Dancers swing under them,
synchronized as they dance their way
through London’s streets.
Their umbrellas move up and down
to the songs they sing,
the music of instruments coming from apartments
filling the air with precious melody.
No more busy cars or buses
taking up the streets,
only the umbrella people
singing with joy in the pouring rain.
Nov 26

Flower Pedals

I walk forward
Away from my shadows,
From the dark corners.
The sun graces my skin
Giving it a precious glow.
I feel free
My heart uncaged,
I could almost fly.
But gravity keeps me grounded
Not letting me rise.
The light wind whispers greetings
While the earth lets beautiful fowerpedals
Mix in with my hair,
Making my lips curl into a smile.
I feel so lucky to be here
And I guess I am.
So I walk forward, knowing my luckiness,
Away from the shadows of the dark.

Nov 26

Listen to Me

The sweat drips off my face
My skin stings
Waking me up
Eyes snapped open no longer able to sleep
Fear constantly evolves around me
Gunshots echoed through the still standing houses
Bombs destroy my old life covering it all with dust
My tears never stop wetting my face
My throat is sore from crying
I don’t look back when I run,
My legs ache.
But I sprint
All alone.
The plane to America awaits for the
American soldiers
Not me.
Arms grab me and drag me into a plane
A woman’s face greets me her bun is low and tight.
She smiles and says
you are safe now.
I shake in fear as they bring me through the golden gates.
My former country puts a big label on me
In this new place,
They fear me,
They say I am a threat,
But they never listen to what happened,
They never heard the shots
The bombs
The cries for help.
They are deaf
Nov 24


The snow swirls around me
Covering up my footprints,
Leaving me stranded in the colorless blizzard.
The cold bites at my bare skin
Turning it to a rosy red.
Trying to take me over,
But my heart stays beating like drums
To a wild rhythm,
The wind whistles like flutes
A mini orchestra sings in my ears.
Keeping me walking
Keeping me alive.
My journey continues
My fight persists
My destination?
For all of the world to take in.
Nov 22

Perfectly Imperfect Friend

Take me awake into the wind
Hold my hand tight and
Do not leave me behind.
Let’s run away into the fields and
Climb together to the tops of trees.
Let’s go to the loneliest street and make it full of hope,
We live without worries.
Let’s peer into the expected puddles and
And splash them into the unexpected.
We will have each other's backs,
So don’t worry if your branch breaks,
I will be there for you to lean on.
Though I am not perfect, I will try to be,
I will be
Your perfectly imperfect friend.