Writing

i love the idea of fireworks

i mean, they sparkle in the sky, and they ignite

the remind me of people and feelings

a purple firework of medium size

Just hear those sleigh bells jingling, ring tingle tingling too

F F F F F G F-D Bb C D C-A G F-

imitating the human voice with instruments

percussion back there repeatedly hitting the sleigh bells

behind our tired eyes

we see glimmers of hope

sparkle around the edges

of the red white and blue flag

the stars 

are a message of peace yet to come

and as signs are printed

i get tired at school

sometimes.

it's not like i am not interested

it's just when there is yelling

and fights

and darkness in your house

you don't sleep very well

especially when the ghosts

I woke up late this morning to snow on the ground outside. It was raining as well. I remember thinking to myself, that’s not rain that’s snow. Is it?

the dark seems to wrap us in a silky soft embrace, 

your arms warm around me, 

around me in a way I can't believe. 

I'm no longer focused on film that's playing,