Writing

Beautiful pink flowers and brown muddy waters

Green bushes and bristles, pushing out from the bank into the sun 

Weeds sprouting out, growing and growing 

(disclaimer: i am not a fluent or native Spanish speaker, obviously. i just enjoy it and am learning it in school so i thought i'd share a short poem i wrote in class.)

jueves

Katy wouldn’t have taken this vacation if she knew how much trouble it would be. Yeah, a trip to the beaches of Southern California sounded great when her boyfriend had proposed it.

You sit in the middle of your college cafeteria—top floor—and things become very apparent to you, very quickly.

whatever shoes i was given back then i could not possibly let go of.

it was unfathomable. it was an outrage

that the light-up ones, the purple sandals,

even the astronaut rainboots had to go. i wanted them,

I wrote this short story poem thing and I really want to make it better but I don't know what to add or fix. Here it is:

The flowers died on a Monday.