Oct 25


Isn't it odd,

How this world has changed

Once the earth was a chunk of rock,

Then it was blue and green

 Life was life and death was death,

Everything in harmony

Sometimes I can imagine what it was like,

No gray buildings or rusty cars

Just colors that were as bright as paint 

At night when only the birds still sang,

And the moon’s white light

Lit up the world as it was,

Now everything has changed, but in my eyes

We are still the same.

Oct 08


I wonder about many things

and I wonder about loss

not just loss 

but how people handle it,

some are sad

some are angry 

some cry

some are shocked

some blame

some wonder what they could have done

some want to remember

some want to forget

and some like me,

write it down. 
Sep 23

The house on my street

Every time I walk by that house the air gets colder. It’s like time stops around that house. There is never a squirrel in the yard. The birds even fly around the house. When I walk to school I have to walk by that house. I am the only kid who walks everyone else takes the bus. The bus always zooms right by me leaving dust swirling. That house is gray and gloomy and the curtains are ripped and frayed. Now why am I telling you this? Well because I got into a stupid bet. A couple days ago we were talking about that house at lunch. The most popular kid at my school bragged that her sister had gone into the house and taken a small pocket mirror from the table. When no one believed her, so she pulled out a small mirror just like the one she described. It was silver and probably once was shiny but now was covered in rust and dirt. There was little indents around the edges that almost looked like words.
Sep 19

Our Journey

Bags heavy on our backs

Sweat dripping down 

Fluttering leaves in the canopy

Shady shadows dance and shuffle

Roots reaching across the path

Saplings reach towards the sun

The soft trickle of a stream

The rustle of leaves 

Acorns littering the ground 

The bright colors of flowers 

The think smell of pine 
But when we get to the clearing

Our journey is done 



Sep 19


The sounds we make are a delight to the ear
the sounds we make never disappear
a story told only with sound
tweet, splat, eeww
it is not likely to be found 
hiss, bump, clatter
May 08


Underwater I feel like I’m not on earth

It gives you this feeling of water and life

It gives me a second to be away from our loud noisy world

It lets me be in the moment
That feeling that you get nowhere else

Peace and harmony even though you can't hear anything

The water feels safe yet dangerous

It makes me aware and observant
Underwater it's a whole different world

Floating around, in space but on earth

Alone and isolated in a peaceful place

In your own bubble
You can’t talk, hear, smell but you can feel

Feel the water against your skin

See the light moving through the water

Feeling like underwater is where I am meant to be
Apr 25

Dear Former Friend

Dear former friend,

I have been meaning to get in touch. I know that it has been many years and many things have happened. The main reason I am writing to you is to ask you a question. This is a question that I have had since that day at recess. I don’t know if you remember it, but I do. I remember the first time we met in kindergarten, I walked in and sat at a spot at a table. There was a little name card had my name on it and I was staring at it when a small girl sat down in front of me. You introduced yourself and before long we were in deep conversation. That same day at recess we played on the swings, singing songs and telling jokes. During the next couple of days we became good friends. We were interested in the same things and I was happy in your company. I don’t know what tore us apart. It hurt so much the first day. I felt like my heart had broke in two, like I had lost something that I could never get back. I hope you look back on what you have done.
Apr 22

The Forest

The forest, covered in a magical light

Lofty and bright, casting green waves of heat

A safe space, old and full of stories

Closed in but open for miles
Looking up at the tree leaves

Brown bark climbing to the sky

Fluttering green leaves

Filtering the lofty light
Each sound is like a part of the forest

Making it come alive with every critter

All the sounds blend together making a song

Every part of the song means something different
The golden light streaming through the trees

All of the green plants, glows like the color of life

Every way you look at the forest it looks beautiful

Magical as it is, every piece fits the puzzle of the forest