Nov 23


Do you know what it feels like to fade
when your heart breaks
and you disapear?
When you feel so much
That it eventually numbs
the very feeling in your bones?
When you watch your emotions
stutter out one by one
until ash replaces the blood in your veins?
When you cry so hard
that you travel to the place were dreams are made
woven from stars
and morning dew
and painted with the dawn sky?
No one does
Because no one ever gives up.
Nov 17

A drawing for an untitled story

Nov 12

Ode to my friends

Heart broken in two
Aching so hard and threating to fall apart but your
Zeal holds you together
Let your chains fall away, use words as your weapons.

Find that light
Right beside your heart
All you need is deep inside
You just need to look hard
And look in the mirror.

Snow and ice falling
Over your heart
Many tears have fallen and
Even more will come
Rage is deadly
Sadness is a prison
Even he is sad too
Take my hand, and I'll show you the way.

Sight is cloaked by
Your own mask of emptiness and hate

Nov 12

Stupid words I think should exist

Instead of present, you say presentate. I used to say this so often and always get corrected on it by my parents.

The feeling of complete peace and silence when you are alone.

When you are caught in between the world of dreaming and complete darkness.

I know this word already exists, but I think they should make it a synonym for snow day.

That feeling when you realize how acute the colors around you and the detail in some objects are like (Maybe its only me).

When you are super stressed and/or sad about something and feel as though you could fall apart at any moment.

Nov 12


This is a story I wrote in Language arts about Social Justice. I thought that it would fall under the subject of Trump trying to repeal the Asylum Law.

I'm running.
Fleeing my only home.
The night air is hot in my lungs, my eyes burning from all the dust. I looked down at my hands, covered in grime, dirt clotting under my nails. I opened and closed my hands a few times, thinking. I was fleeing because of the inequality I had been facing. I was a black woman. The last on the list. The bottom of the pecking order. I looked up, and saw the high wall towering over me, sharp spires shooting into the sky from its top.
The wall.
Sanding stationary, blocking my only hope of escape.
Never will justice be served.
I'm running.
Fleeing my only home.
The wall.
Nov 08


My silence is a prison
and yours is my oblivion.
Your tears speak to me,
sing of loneliness and pain.
Wish you would open your eyes and see
the way I look at you.
Wish I could open my mouth and speak,
speak my heart out to you,
but when I meet your gaze, I'm mute.
You are the night sky,
beautiful and cold.
Need the fire of hope
gold flame chasing away your shadows.
Wish I could take you to the moon
so we could paint with stardust on our cheeks,
drink the silver moonlight,
feel the cool air against our skin.

But when I meet your gaze I'm mute.
Nov 08


You've done it for me
so now I'll do it for you
pick you up
set you on your feet again 
for what seems like the millionth time 

Jealousy itself is a demon.
it chases around everything you live for,
living within others,
and sometimes spilling out of you.
A toxic parasite living on your misery.

I see the way you look at him 
read the look In your eyes 
see your dreams 
where you count up your bottled tears
your digging yourself a hole,
so deep and dark,
that he won't even be able to see,
What kind of pain he is causing.
That she won't be able to see,
That you are drowning in her looming shadow.

Turn your anger into words
manufest them into works of art
your insperation paints a picture in your head
yet never takes physical shape

so please,
write until your fingers break.

Nov 03

The nobodies

She is a caged animal
she is a weeping tree
she sits alone in the dark without the stars or moon.
she is nobody

he watches happy couples with rosy cheeks,
he hears warm laughter that sound like merry bells ringing 
he waits for love to come, to himself, and for him to give to others.
he is nobody

They yearn to hold another's hand and look deep into their eyes
they want to feel pure sunshine on their skin and walk so their feet don't touch the ground 
they look up to the moon and only wish to trace its cold surface, to drink fading starlight and the night sky and hope to be born anew-
they are nobody

I sleep and dream of the future, in all its bittersweet loveliness,
I awake and relive the past with the upmost clarity,
I remain invisible to prying eyes. 
I am nobody.

We make pallets from our masks
we make canvases from our tears 

Oct 25
poem 0 comments challenge: America?

Speaking out

I wrote this to say
That I am taking action 
That I am speaking out
That I am an activist
That I am representing many young teens just like me
ready to speak out
and ready to fight for what is right
peacefully and persevere through our hardships
to come together as a community
as family
as one
to love ourselves
to love others
and to look around 
at the faces supporting you
who are not all as white as clouds
to embrace our differences
it sounds easy, but its hard
because if its so easy
why hasn't it happened yet?

Oct 24


This is supposed to be sung as a song.
My feet
hit the earthen ground
my breath
makes a sobbing sound
my heart
slowly breaks in two
my soul
fades away into nothing
because I'm running
Running away
from you
even though I don't want to
because running is the only thing I can do
to escape
My dark thoughts that chase me through the haunting wood
like every other fairy tale would
but this is real
maybe not for you
I only wish to seal
to seal them away
for my tears
slide down my cheek
my moon
slowly wains through weeks and weeks 
as I run
away from the world I knew
as I run
until my legs break and fall askew
as I run
until my eyes see a sign
until the stars really shine
until I leave my old life behind
I'll keep running
because I know
I'll never stop running
For you