I noticed today
how to lock
the doors in my math class
in case someone
decides
to bring a gun 
to
school.




 

though ink bleeds from 
my paper cuts and stings
it hurts more to be left behind
i promised i won't run away
but I can hear them all watching
someone else
with baited breath
as i slip through the cracks in the 
wall

 

 

each blade of grass
was grown
for you
these birds sing your song
this road goes nowhere just for you
the sun gives you the gift of dawn

these trees bear fruit
so you
may eat
this stream babbles your name
these shoes were sewn for your weary feet
this door opened when you came.

my world was built
for you
to find
to have your "one" be "two"
I sit and wait to hear your name
And somewhere you wait for me too.



 

We need Marianne Williamson to be the next president of the United States. 

Marianne not only knows what she's doing but she also knows what to say. She's talking about love and peace and harmony where other people are just digging us into a hole or talking about the problems instead of the solutions.
If you don't know who Marianne is, look her up. Watch her talk. Listen to her ideas. Some of it might sound really radical but that's the point. Love is radical nowadays. 
I got the chance to meet her this summer and talk to her. You know how some adults like listen to you then brush you aside? She looked in my eyes the entire time and talked to me like she would have any other person with a vote. 

Her favorite idea of mine is her plan for the Department of Children and Youth. We are being left behind and Marianne knows it. 
She's willing to fight for us and everyone across the world.

of broken bones
both young and old
and fall leaves dusty breath
atop the plain
of earthy face
lanterns light to catch
of shadows revealed
and creepy sounds
that houses play in the night
The autumn waits
while winter steals
the rest of her soft bright.
a darkness falls
that none can hear
but oh how they miss the light

 

I am not one for secrets
a love of life with lies
is a lonely game
of fraying string
and dusty blue eyes
Scissors are for construction paper rockets
shatter glassy faced ceilings
burning buildings
ash drifting slowly to the ground
somedays the sun
green and black
against the slippery earth
falls upward and
tangos with stars
I am not one for silence
I am boiling ink and paper
I am strong
I am reslilient
I am here

 

I think you forget that we are listening.
I think you forget that we wake up and see the same news as you do.
We hear about the shootings,
The violence and the poverty,
The horrible, awful things in the world, too.
But the difference is we care.
We are taking steps to fix mistakes.
We are crowding our government buildings with signs.
We are posting social media messages of support and love for those who need it.
Every one of us wants to help.
We may be sitting at our breakfast table dreaming up ideas for change
Or we may be on the frontlines of this battle for social justice.
No matter where we are or where we come from
We demand change.
We wave the American flag in your faces because you have forgotten that you are not the only Americans.
Pride flags fly across our country but somehow we are still fighting for our rights.
You made mistakes and we are cleaning them up.