May 18

Skipping stones

One word, one stone,
Flat and smooth.
One lake, one life.
One stone
Is flung at the water.
The ripples spread out like a fan.
Each ripple changes the water,
Churning up the sand.
It hits once, twice, again and again.
Each time it is thought about.
That one moment
Keeps on changing the lake again and again.
“Why did you do that?”
“You're going to be a lawyer, right?”
“Stop being lazy.”
“Just stop worrying.”
“You're so weird.” 
Each word, each sentence,
Is a stone,
Changing the lake,
Destroying the glass surface, their dreams.
One word, one stone.
One lake, one life.
Dec 14

It Still Hurts

I look just like you,

Pale skin, light hair.

Do you know my blood is a little bit different?

You might not notice,

The little things, that show I am different.

You might notice an accent in a couple words,

Old habits that are hard to break,

My relatives are far away,

I hide the pride for my birth place. 

I have a loney pin on my bag.

In class it is hard to hide, 

To not feel the sting of the little words,

Tossed around, 

They don’t know what I am, 

How could they?

Even so the words still sting,

Citizenship, terrorist,

Sometimes I feel nauseous,

Talking about myself.

I look just like you,

They don’t mean it,


It still hurts. 

Dec 01

Keep Them Close

Friends are there for you if you ask,
Best friends are there before you even think about it.

With friends you have to talk,
With best friends you can just sit side by side, knowing that they are there.

Friends will make you jealous, showing off and making it look easy.
Best friends make you feel human, we see each other's faults and acknowledge them. 

Friends are like friends,
Best friends are like siblings.

With friends you have to watch what you say, anything could offend them.
With best friends we can joke and say whatever comes to mind, if we go too far, just reel it back in. 

Friends can make you feel lessened,
While best friends make you feel more.

Friends you can sort, into groups,
Best friends are like perfect angels from heaven. 

Friends come and go, disappear and leave you in the dust.
Oct 21

Voices in the Dark

Creaky stairs, voices in the dark.

So many monsters I don’t know where to start. 

Ghosts in your head, wishing you were dead. 

All monsters are our own creation.

Our worries and fears are given sheets.

Ridding them would be a feat

Glowing eyes, making little ones cry,

Hiding, begging for dawn to come.

Knowing that for when it comes,

The darkness is gone,

 Till the voices return. 

Jun 04

One to the Present

At one, I was a happy little lump of flesh and bones

At two, I found out my parents love would have to be shared

At three, I was a mischievous little devil with scissors  

At four, I became curious  

At five, I left everything behind

At six,  I felt alone in a new school and a new world

At seven, I finally found some friends

At eight, I moved again

At nine, I battled the wasps

At ten, I felt like a queen

At eleven, I fled from elementary school

At twelve, I found my heaven (middle school)

At thirteen, well actually, I am still waiting for it.

May 28

Nothing's Right

May 21



Resilience is the new grass that survives a late spring frost.

Resilience is bones broken and bones healed.

Resilience suffering, and surviving.

Resilience is what we need,

and what we will be. 

May 20


A nice little tint,
perhaps after a complement.

but for me,

My face flushes
as red and blood.

A sickly feeling
in my stomach  

My face
feels like it is burning,
and melting

That's Blushing for me.
May 20


"Night Mom" I say.

"Night Sweety" She tweets back.

"Night Booger" Jokes my Dad.

"Night Dad" I reply sarcastically.

"Night Genius" I snicker at my Brother.

"Night Space Nerd" he comes back with.

Good Night Today, Hello Tomorrow
Apr 01