Poetry

You are everywhere,
A light path through the forest of
Light pink cherry blossoms in spring.
Petals flutter gently through the air,
Soft as snowflakes, a cascade of petals.

You are everywhere,

I remember when I used to

be the favorite.

The one that brought

comfort and support.

The one she would never let go.

She took me everywhere-

school, practices, birthday parties.

I saw it all.

Dear Mr. Hero 
Have you won the last war? 
Oh Mr. Hero 
Have you caught him before?

He isn’t a sinner 
But he’ll contemplate 
Doing something a good man 
Won’t do
How about you?

Bubbles rising higher,

Multiply through the sky,

Focusing on each one till they merge into

One big facade.

You say it was a 

It's strewn on the floor

again, because I was too lazy

to throw it in the hamper

and instead it's on the carpet floor.

And it's there next time

I'm crying on the floor;

People enter, stay for a few floors,

Then 

            They

She has many sides

a faceted diamond

clear and shining

she drapes herself over the landscape

engulfing the cool orange of fall in her white satin robes

cold and gleaming

I cry because my love could lose her livelihood for loving me and yet she loves 

I cry because to live is a gift I thought was a curse and now I refuse to die 

Is violence all we now know

Can we know now how to stop this

Can we turn a table upside down

Down is up is what is the upside

What is the inside of a killer

Is their DNA barbed wire

Why’re we like this

Blue softness and warmth

Blue peace beyond all else is

A warm blue sweater

my hands curl around the flimsy plastic folds of my shopping bag 

as I walk home through streets tight and winding. 

it is a sunny morning, 

crisp and clear, 

and magic. 

Failure.

It's not a familiar word to me

Because I am never failing unless I know

I haven't tried hard enough

Been my best

But that was failure.

Not by me,

By them,