Writing

Friends come and go.

Some may say like the seasons turn,

but that metaphor's not strong enough for me.

Friendships are like children's toys.

Friends come and go.

A child gets a new toy; gives it a name.

  I think it’s outrageous that our society prioritizes short term entertainment over long term commitment towards intellectual engagement.

America, the beautiful place of the free.

Where people from everywhere come to see,

to speak and love and create with others.

To live and laugh with our brothers and sisters.

The ocean of my mind swirls-

these waters have been tested.

Sirens sharpen in the distance

as the hurricane names me next.

The wind of panic wraps my neck like a noose-

When I was a little younger than I am now, 

I went home after school and wrote until bedtime.

That was enough to take me into the stratosphere. 

I'd play in the cloud for hours and hours.

it only gets their attention when it’s thousands dead

that one little boy had hopes , dreams , and fears , smiled when he was happy and when sad , cried tears