Nov 13

doodles

Nov 12

wings

the birds moved across the sky
peppering the sky in a regular grey
unafraid, it seems,
of what could be to come.

their largest problem is that the tree is out of
bright red berries that
keep them fed.

and so the jump off the empty, bare tree, and swoop upwards
but then their wings fall to their sides,
and they bullet towards the ground
seeming close to death.

but then their wings open up
and they glide gracefully
to that second tree.
Oct 29

reach it

this is written for the artists
who's brushes paint believing tales
across a canvas's plain face

this is written for the writers
who spin lore from broken pencils
and bloom flowers from a keyboard

this is written for the readers
who simply like to disapear
into a different world

this is written for the dreamers
who slip and fade away
from the boring place around them

this is written for the sports players
who pour their energy and time
into working for a reachable goal

this is written for the scientests
who feel as though you cross the finish line
when you finally reach the answer

this is written for everyone
whether you paint a future
or sprint on a hundred-meter dash towards one
you will reach it



Inspired by Jason Reynolds 'For Everyone'. I would recomend it to anyone who has a dream (and if you like poetry).

 
Oct 21

I hope ...

I hope this will be over,
that all the anger
will finally end.

I hope that people can open their eyes
and see that we are not all that different
just because of something on the outside.

I hope that people can realize
that fighting against the truth
does not make it go away.

I hope that by the time the pandemic ends
there will not be a war waging 
because of skin.

I hope and pray for those who have lost people
to more than just a virus
but to inequality.
Oct 07

i've forgotten

I've forgotten that the sky is blue
which some say should be hard
and yet
look up.

I've forgotten that rain is not black
that it falls in a straight line
but now
it twists with the wind and is black as night

I've forgotten that worled is not aflame
that fires don't engulf every street
and take as many lives
as they do leaves

I've forgotten what it is like to not wear a mask
to laugh freely, without a barrier
and somehow, someway...
I'm used to it.
Oct 01

last day

      My hands brush against the dead grass, something once so green now unrecognizable. The sky is black with smoke, though there are no clouds. I pull up my mask slightly, trying to stop ash from getting inside. We use masks for more than one reason now.
      I look up, trying to spot the once-bright sun up in the sky. It is small, a pinpoint of brightness. I don't have to shield my eyes to look at it anymore, as it is but a fraction of what it once was.
      I stand, trying to act brave. My final day on earth will be a good one. I stand, and start walking along the sidewalk, looking at things that once were beautiful that are now only a small bit of what they were before. Green is a rare sight to see normally, but I know just the place. I pass a clumb of bare spots in the grass. Once trees, cut down. Then tree stumps, rooted out for more wood. Now bare spots in the grass reminding us of our broken past.
Sep 23
essay 2 comments challenge: RBG

Ruth Bader Ginsburg Quotes - In Memory of RBG

On September 18th, 2020, Ruth Bader Ginsburg passed away. One of the three women on the Supreme Court, she fought for Women's Rights. In memory of her, I found 9 of her quotes that may ring true for all of us.

1."When I'm sometimes asked 'When will there be enough (women on the Supreme Court)?' and my answer is: 'When there are nine.' People are shocked. But there's been nine men, and nobody's ever raised a question about that."
2."We are a nation made strong by people like you."
3. "My mother told me to be a lady. And for her, that meant be your own person, be independent."
4.  “Fight for the things that you care about. But do it in a way that will lead others to join you.”
5. "Real change, enduring change, happens one step at a time."
6. "I would like to be remembered as someone who used whatever talent she had to do her work to the very best of her ability."
Sep 23
poem 1 comment challenge: Weaving

weaving words

Weaving words
Is not an easy task
They must align perfectly
To come out well

The finished product
Is always different
Than the last

Today, it is soft and silky
Flowing and ending in harmony
Simple, but perfect in its own way

Yesterday, it was rough as rock
Harsh
But it was simply
The truth.

Weaving words,
Hard
But the outcome
Rings true for all.


 
Sep 17

leaf

some days I feal like a fresh green leaf
drifting, floating,
twirling with the wind
riding high

some days I feel like a dried-out leaf
crunched on, stepped on,
for someones entertainment
sitting, shattered, on the floor

some days I feel like an fall leaf
dangling uncertainly from a branch
unsure of whether to fall and take the risk and reward
or to stay on the branch

today I feel like a fallen leaf,
an average leaf,
sitting silently
going unnoticed

Sep 16
poem 1 comment challenge: BLM

What is going on?

What is going on in their minds
while they pin a man to the ground
and ignore the crowd's pleas to stop?

What is going on in their minds
as they shoot a 12-year-old
for no real reason?

What is going on in their minds
as they stare at us and glare,
refusing to say they have done wrong?

What is going on in their minds
when they move to stop us
as we walk the path to equality?

What is going on in their minds
as they walk past us on the streets,
ignoring our accusations of the truth?

What is going on in their minds
as we fight 
and they fight against us?

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