Writing

we are still here

through hate and violence

through trial and tribulation

through it all

from right to wrong

we've all made decisions

but we are still here

forever.

Temptation 
Self destruction 
I’ve been waiting sometime 
For you 

Hours 
Days away 
Minutes slowly fade 
Give it up again I’ll show 
I’ll wait a while 

November 11th,

I entered the boutique downtown,

searching for a forever friend.

I scoured all the racks,

red,

mustard,

lavender.

Then I saw him,

Blue, 

slightly faded

We used to be seven

My curls used to be sunshine

Colored

You used to be stubborn

Naive stubborn.

The powder used to hit our knees

On the days

When we could eat lunch in four bites

It’s:

twisted

crinkled like

the leaves

they’re frail now,

on the edge

of not there.

scrolling photos

feverishly 

My funny little friend

appearing at my door

day in and day out

to say hello to me.

So intelligent

yet so stupid

chasing after fallen leaves and blades of grass

lying on the doormat