Feb 20

55 American Flags

Today I saw 55 American flags

10 were in parks that were covered with snow and the stars peeped out from beneath a layer of fog.

9 were on sunglasses stacked in a little shop, waiting for a forever home, only to be broken and trashed.

8 were spray painted on stray walls in different hues, carelessly slashed into existence forever.

7 were on T-shirts with various words expressing American views with a few choice words all mashed

6 were signs advertising our home. Words like beautiul and free accompanied them.

5 were on YouTube in the background flying at important American locations with controversial words brazenly displaying themselves.

4 were in dumpsters, signs they had given up hope of an American life and American ways.

3 were on boats puling out to sea, great plumes of smoke drifting up behind them revealing hidden shelves.
Feb 20


She was beautiful, but in a different sort of way.

Her violet eyes bubbled with unspoken words

That she kept hidden but longed to say.

Chained to the ground like broken-winged birds.

Her name existed only behind closed doors

And cloistered conversations behind perfect hands.

Her face held the shadow of sun as the rain begins to pour

And her clothes were covered with ghostly marks of crayons.

Society put her in a box and expected her to stay

Miserable and weak because smiles and laughter are never allowed.

But than the tape and cardboard fell apart revealing the bright day

And her sentences echoed across the Earth, washing away the clouds.
Feb 16

To be a human

To be a human
Means everything and nothing
Humanity leans on you
And wind batters your shoulders
But you must stand strong.
You flirt with the edge of death
And immerse yourself into the oceans of dreams.
If you do not dream,
Do not hope
And do not love
Then you will never be a human.
Feb 15

National emergency

We have a national emergency.

the words fly from his mouth

Please! Just stop! What can I do to stop you?
My heart beats faster with each second.
but I know the answer.


well if they are a national emergency than what are you? A crisis? A horror? How can you send soldiers to people who have been abused their whole life? People needing, wanting homes. I’ll admit it. You scare me. Not because of who you are, but what you do. The things you have done. Can you do something once for us and resign? I am ashamed to call you our president. 

Later the tv still prattles on.

Feb 14


A blank world
Scrawled onto thousands of sheets of creamy white paper
Ink rubbed off and flowing through the veins of a billion blank humans.
Blank eyes glued to the bright abyss of people out there
False smiles typed rapidly onto a growing list on nothing
Burning into ashes of words that are forgotten 
And waves a thing of the past.
Feb 14


All alone in this empty house
An empty room
Full of empty glasses 
And empty people speaking empty words.

There's a rainbow outside 
But the empty eyes never find it.
Feb 11

Moon Rise

Feb 10

Sunrise on a despicable world

An unsolvable dilemma
That no one wants to solve
But everyone sees.

Shut your eyes to the world children.
There are horrors here
That would make your spine run cold.
There are people here who might actually hurt you
And you'll never find a way out of the thorny cage.

Beware of knowledge
For it will cause the death of you.
The final bits of earth will fall on the empty shell of your body
And they will whisper
She knew too much. They had no choice.

Choice is the word that bleeds wars
And leaves some with thorny crowds
And others beneath their feet in the dust.
It propels people to their feet
And knocks them to their knees in terror.

To be or not to be
No longer a question.
Being means dying and if you want to be free
You'll have to hide.
Feb 09

Sick Day

We all have those days where 
We droop and fall onto sofas
And beds
And chairs
Because if we move we feel like we’ll crumble into a million pieces.
Our stomachs churn and our heads swim with delusions 
That seem nonsensical but are actually real.
We pull the covers up over our heads
And chug tea like it’s going out of style.
Our parents stop by occasionally 
And flutter by the door 
Pampering and hoping we feel better.
Siblings stay away at all costs
And pray not to feel like we do.
Sometimes we just need a “crap day” to balance all the awesome days in our life

Feb 07


I wish I was the perfect friend
Who knew the answers to all your problems
And had the questions to all your answers.
I wish I knew how you felt all the time
And how you looked at me
Your happily imperfect friend.
I wish I knew how you picked your perfect clothing
And danced to the perfect songs that I love
But never find on my own.
I am the rot to your ripe
And the clouds to your sun.
I wish I could be your perfect friend
Just so I could feel better about me
And make you feel better about you.
I don’t always know what to say
I remain your imperfect friend in a perfect world.