from periods 1 & 4 on Mon., 12/5

Audi R8

looks so great.

Mustang GT

Fills me with Glee.

Street Race

In your face 

[insert a space]

Is that your jaw falling?

Crap, my mom is calling.

-----

Hours disappear

in the clothes I 

fold away at

work.

-----

The man without a plane

but a lucky wing.

-----

Flags on the walls 

fall to the

disappointment.

from p.4 on Mon., 11/28

City skyline
blown up like a balloon.

She glows in the
unnatural light of
the skyscrapers.

She too
tries to reach the sky.


-----


from dark

clouds of marshmallow
you peek right
through and brighten
my day.


-----


The calming
waves don't

disrupt

the ricocheted
storm.


------


The ocean answers the call.

A beautiful lip begins to fall.

Only my eyes see
the potential the wave could be.

from p.1 on Mon., 11/28

I went to a friend's house.
Dazed & confuse, I remember
brief flashes of imagery.
His insane dog, art in
his sister's room, a
small basement,
and a friend who couldn't
handle the reality.
We had to leave early.


-----


I'm in la la land where
stars aren't in the sky--
they're walked on:
where poverty and wealth
coexist; where dreams
can happen but only
if you can afford it.


-----


Between hills & mountains
lays the flats.

From Kansas to still,

Kansas

Flat.

No visual stimuli--
that's whack.

I'll just be chilling
back.
In the land of mountains.


-----


Pretending to enjoy.
Tasting the bitterness of
lies and betrayal.

My face screams out,
"I'm happy,"

but my heart knows
they don't care.

from P.4 on Mon., 11/14

Stitch your lips with

the thread,

the thread of the

ones who took your voice

away.

Don't breathe, don't talk. 

Just watch in the 

loneliness of your days.

-----

Unknown people

cross at an intersection.

A chai tea meets a latte.

New friends make

awkward conversation.

Unknown strangers

hold hand in hand,

help the world

mend.

-----

Poet nobody,

Poet somebody.

Where is the love?

I don't know.

Right now, it's unknown.

from P.1 on Mon., 11/14

Good conversation

with the
moon on the
horizon.


-----


I saw the shadows
dancing,

I saw the people
whispering,

I saw the wind
running,

I hear the moon
laughing,

I hear the trees
shivering.



-----


Papers flying all
around my mind with
the thought, "do I really
need to graduate?"

I do.

I do the papers.

from P.4 on Mon., 11/14

Stitch your lips with

the thread,

the thread of the

ones who took your voice

away.

Don't breathe, don't talk. 

Just watch in the 

loneliness of your days.

-----

Unknown people

cross at an intersection.

A chai tea meets a latte.

New friends make

awkward conversation.

Unknown strangers

hold hand in hand,

help the world

mend.

-----

Poet nobody,

Poet somebody.

Where is the love?

I don't know.

Right now, it's unknown.

from p.4 on Mon., 11/7

Drowned in homework
yet blindsided by time.

Greeted by the first
cold breeze.

Entitled to obligations
that stare straight
into our eyes.


-----


Glued into my
mind
like a bad taste
in your mouth.

Scarred and
tarnished
never unseen.


-----



A little more than
wanted,
a little less than
needed,
I am no longer
who I want to be.

from p.1 on Mon., 11/7

Freezing sleeves
crowd a back porch.

We're cold, we're uncomfortable
but we wouldn't leave
for the world.


-----


Paint on a skin canvas.
A brush becomes gold.
I'm not sure how much
the price of beauty costs.

My lips are smeared
with deep red memories
on your pale moon cheek.


-----


Bright lights
hit wet, French
eyes for
the last time.

Goodbye
to the joy that
was my fall.

You will always
be in my heart.

from periods 1 and 4 on Mon., Oct. 18th

Tacos for 4

Siesta at 10

Horsetooth, it's midnight
We separate into 2s

I make the move

Stargazing until 2
Back to her place
Sleep four hours
Cheesecake at 6

My weekend, in bliss
I wish, I would have kissed

-----

Pain

like a knife cutting

into my lips

to reveal a smile

that you want to

see.

-----

Swish swish.

The wind blows through

the trees making leaves

blow away;

like my heart.

-----

My ribs are bruised

from my heart pounding

inside my chest

when I think about

you.

from p.1 on Oct. 10th

Pressing play,
start the show,
shameless it is
volume too low.


-----


Crisp fall air,
friendship,
and sweaty hair.


----


Everything poured out:
secrets,
lies,
everything.

Every single thing.

The glass shattered
and she cut her hands
trying to pick it up.

from p.4 on Mon., 10/10

In a cold
car,
tell me what we
are.


-----


Dark light
neon sights
won't you be my glow
tonight?


-----


Fall leaves fall,
as the serenity slices
through the new
warm feelings:

Bright & orange
around for
falling emotions.

from p.4 on Mon., 10/10

In a cold
car,
tell me what we
are.


-----


Dark light
neon sights
won't you be my glow
tonight?


-----


Fall leaves fall,
as the serenity slices
through the new
warm feelings:

Bright & orange
around for
falling emotions.

from p.4 on Mon., October 3rd

Two hands,

locked together.

Innocence, respect,

and beauty, are 

held.

-----

The mood in the

air is happy and 

dancing around

everything. As the

balls punch the pins, 

everyone takes a 

bite of pizza.

-----

Pretty dress, glittering eyes.

All a front,

To hide the lies.

-----

Friendships fall like

leaves to the ground

only to be trampled

upon.

from p.1 on Mon., 10/3

Words on the

tip of my tongue

like rock climbers

dangling

from a 

pass.

-----

Whispers of red lipstick

on soda cans.

Paper napkins spread

on glittering dresses

as we clumsily eat $4 pizzas.

Our wallets are still empty.

-----

She liked to watch them together

To give her something to think about.

Put herself in her

high heels.

Standing next to him

instead of him.

-----

Sometimes I drown

things, like people

and memories and

sometimes I rise

to the surface and

kiss the shore, 

and sometimes you

are the ocean.

from P.4 on Mon., 9/26

Fleeting Fly-aways
on
Midnight Highways.


-----



Patches of shade where
the clouds stand,
trees waving to the
breeze, the sun keeps
me warm enough I
can enjoy the crips
Fall air.


-----


Frosty toes
starry night
cold hands
warm heart


-----


Fall
leaves come
falling down.

"Please don't leaf,"

I whisper to
the golden
papers dancing
through the
sky.

from p.1 on Mon., 9/26

slipping slowly by it
goes on forever. I hate
this, 7 more hours. Then
5 more. I feel time
crushing me, things to
do. But then I set
time free, it's all okay.


-----


Where'd all the
money go?

clap clap clap

It's all gone now
in one flashy show.

clap clap clap

Where'd the money go?
Mom's not going to be
happy.


-----


Heart pounding,
hands wiped on jeans,
seven words balanced
on the tip of the tongue,
but all that comes is
"bye."


-----


Gray sky filters
through
fall gold
leaves above my
head
as my feet go numb
in the creek below.

from p.1 and 4 on Mon., 9/19

You reach for me,
I reach for him.
Nothing comes of anything.
We both wake up alone!


-----


Red waterfalls

Red Water Falls


-----


White walls,
plastic chairs,
laughing clock,
broken hands.


-----


lights, piano, a man
waving his hands
in cut-time. Notes flying
off the page. Sound
waves bouncing off
the wall. Words being
said with long breaths.

from p.4 on 9/12

A kiss shared
between
peanut butter and jelly
under the blankets
of bread.


-----


Blood flowing from
a young child's lip
smeared across his face.

Desperately with a damp
towel in hand, I try to undo
what his older brother
had done.


-----


As the faded blues
and dark puprles of
the sky slowly light up,
they walk onto the stage.

Bass pulses in my chest.
The screaming guitar,
edgy vocals, invade my ears.

I let out a screech of wonder.

from p.1 on 9/12

Rocks protruding from
the ground just like
blades. Red sandstone.
The sunset casting
a shadow while the
sky is on fire.

The green trees
and forest surrounding
the rocks like cliffs
climbing above a
green sea.


-----


Light burned into
freshly opened eyes.

My mother tugged at
my injured leg.

Rolled over, growning
in pain.

"You've been asleep for
14 hours!"

I hadn't.

I went to bed at 4am.


-----


Eyes closed.
Drifting.
Images appear.
Strange games,
Familiar poeple.
Uncomfortable.
Their lips meet.
My smile falls.


-----


The river rages below,
knuckles white as they
grip the railing. The caws
of birds echo off the
landscape.

from p.4 on 8/22

• The sun slowly suns and shines its long
  colors of orange, yellow, and pink over
  the water. The water remains silent while the
  ripples from a fly landing on the
  water flow in every direction. The line
  whips smoothly through the air while
  the chorus of birds and insects make their
  nightly symphony.
  
  A jerk of the line.
  The fight is on. Crash!
  The fish jumps--lands on the water.
  Wind whips trees & reeds, birds
  take flight.
  The silent water is ruptured.
  Raindrops fall while fishing line strains.
  
  
  
• As the water hits the edge of the
  cliff, gravity takes over. As the water
  gracefully falls to the brutal rocks
  destroying any source of innocence.
  
  Quick.
  Graceful.
  Soothing.
  Tranquil.
  
  
  
  
• Deep burgundy, almost
  black droops down a long
  elegant decaying stem.
  Wan and stiff but with a certain
  rhythm to make it fall
  together seamlessly. Still
  captivating and lovely even in death.
  
  Dry, cracked, brittle.
  Still standing. Still tall & proud.
  Petals held stiff by the hands of time.
  Longed to be admired.
  Afraid to be touched and held
  The deep red petals flake
  away.
  The beauty remains.

from p.1 on 8/22

• The balloon soared through the air--
  the wind was carrying it fast.
  Little kids ran along side it in
  the fields of grass laughing and having
  infinite amounts of fun.
  
  Pop! Pop! Pop! The balloon hit
  a hard rock. Over. Little kids sad
  about the balloons. Dark & stormy.
  
  
  
  
• Her eyes were dark like the night
  demolishing any bit of light until
  it was unknown & absent--it was
  beautiful in the most sad way.
  
  Strong. Penetrating.
  Like the sun's rays.
  Even though they claimed everything.
  Except light.
  
  
  
  
• Crashing down on the rocky sand,
  rushing back towards the ocean,
  seeing the tiny sand crabs
  dig their way to their
  new home.
  
  Crashing down.
  Flowing up.
  Backing downwards.

last weekend images of Spring 2016: from Mon., 4/19

Mountain outlines offered shelter by
shimmering city lights
all beyond the window.


-----


Covered in blanks

shot branches

falling buds

the quietest
destruction
the colorless
destruction.


-----


Fiction--pumped stage productions,
holding hostage the people
I wish I knew.

Losing myself
in someone else's story
makes me self-aware.


-----


for a moment
I am free
to really just
remember me


-----


bowling, but not as well as
leotards and jean-shorts
that still smell
like puke and
cigarettes.

from P.4 on Mon., April 11th

Haibuns, fun, easy.
but they hold significance
in their short chaos.


-----

A fat white cat
sits upon the wooden
ledge.

It's fat folds off the
ledge as it looks
out the open
window.

Should I jump?


-----


The clouds around
your mouth sing

a long song only I
can hear.


-----


lobster tempura

and
arguments that
actually hurt.

from Period 1 on Mon., April 11th

Pictures are moments
that bring emotions to
the unknown.


-----


So shallow
and light,
they hold
me down
with all their
might.


-----


Crinkles of bags
tapping of tin
buzz of noise.

And then finally
beautiful silence.


-----


Rain drops,
     liquid air.
Tropical smell,
     the sound
of heaven crying out.

Rain smells perfect
but the heart cries
out.

from Mon., April 4th

Dark,
Silent.

But there was
always something
more.


-----


Sober hottubs

and 6th
grade boyfriends.


-----


From the soul to his
fingertips,

ceiling to floor,

his heart beat for
every layer of paint
that coated the
walls of the tunnels
within him.


-----


The volleyball,
a sun-shaped shade
passes before my face.

Back & forth,
letting in glints
of light.


-----


Rip it apart
piece by piece
just to put it together again.

Making art from
nothing.

from Per. 4 on Mon., 3/28

Brother falls witness
to lack of true fitness,
just reckless abandonment
and a horrible destructive stint.


-----


The snow barricade
keeps me inside with
hot cocoa and Netflix.

these few days I
have left at home
are the ones I'll
remember.

The days I  have left with
my mother.


-----


One light
and off.

One more
and off.

Carrying her out
bare hip bones
pierce the cold
cement.

from Period 1 on Mon., 3/28

The echo fills the
gaps of the cathedral.

The shine of light
piercing through the
walls as the note
hits the last

climax

cutoffs of echos
travel throughout.


-----


Uncomfortable
conversations
as he interrupts
my music-zen
as sweat leaks down
my body in the heat
of a 24 hour fitness
sauna.


-----


Today
I'm not feeling poetic
actually.

I'll take time aside
to watch the world

before I write it.

from p.4 on Mon., March 8th

Silence.

Sparked by grades.

Silence.

Sparked by incentive.


-----


Beautiful snowy mountain,
standing tall,
leaving people in awe.


-----


My poetic voice sounds
like that cliche
d-bag beatnick at
Starbucks who tells
everyone he's working
on an anti-social media
anti-capitalism screenplay.

You know the one.


-----


Metaphorical gold
hidden quartz
literally under
the railroad
tracks.

from per. 1 on Monday, March 8th

Big furry and slumbering,
groggy almost lumbering,
big and fierce and
groggy from sleep
brawling around.
I'm in a cave so deep.


-----


An awkward kid,

With jean overalls,

Big square glasses
& bad acne,

Somehow cool,

Because he is himself.


-----


Like a conversation underwater,
incoherent and bubbling.
Trying to make sense of the words
when in actuality neither
would make sense
on land.


-----


Like the type of weather
where the ground is light
airy, and warm,
but the sky is dark
threatening, and rolling.

from Per. 4 on Mon., 2/29

Don't paint me black

when I used to be gold.

-----

Why leave us behind?

Why does it leave

us, the people

behind in the dust.

-----

Letting go

is harder than

just opening a hand

and letting

things drop.

from Per. 1 on Mon., 2/29

Roughly textured trees,

to cover graffiti.

Little hopes and reams,

to replace gang signs and,

stitch the seams.

-----

I'm sorry 

but not too sorry.

Sometimes everyone needs to say sorry. Step back.

Watch teh clouds and sunrise, the breze and trees.

See the people, then, around you as though

you've seen them long before.

Think of the stories surrounding, the goals and the dreams--

a destiny in our destinations.

I didn't always see you before.

I'm sorry.

-----

Pick up the broken pieces

but don't hold onto them.

They're not a keepsake,

they're a treasure.

Give them to someone

who has unconditional love.

The pain exists through

the cracks.

Pick up the broken pieces.

Mend them together, at last.

-----

Take your cautions,

Take your chances.

from p.4 on Mon., 2/22

Waiting
where are you?
wind whipping
sun setting
you didn't come
like you promised.


-----


I am an animal
cursed with primal needs.
Long brown curly fur
creates heat to protect
me from the world itself.

White razor sharp teeth, dulled
down for peace. I am
a beast, not a monster.
A wild creature cursed
by love.


-----


A sweaty touch of
love laces through
my fingers--
the world behind the
window rushes by.

from p.1 on Mon., 2/22

Relaxing at home,

suddently, bringing my

friend's mom to the 

hospital.

But she wanted
to go to St. Joseph's.

30 minutes away.

-----

Let's not deepen it

anymore.

Let's cut the picture

down to size.

Talk of silly games, moment smiles,

day-to-day, tennis shoes,

tests, time, mundane.

I need something simple.

Let's not deepen it

anymore.

-----

Sloshed in the mud,

endorphins buzzing,

soaking in the sun

baked in blue sky,

a new horizon,

a mountain

to conquer.

from p.4 on Wed., 2/17

I happened too fast,

This lost kiss of mine.
I fell too fast,
too hard.


-----


So tired
So excited
So happy


Valentines day
waking to
the smell
of bacon and
boyfriend.


-----


Eggs without bacon,
bacon without eggs,
they can't be separated,
but are somehow apart,
I don't know why,
I just hope this bacon
can get back his egg...

from period 1 on Wed., 2/17

The wind blew,
but it did not move.
People walked,
but it stayed silent.
It forever is stuck
in a place it didn't choose.


-----


Fabric roses in plastic vases.
Red cotton tablecloths,
clean with dying anticipation.

A full-length, fully decorated gym
with all of seven people present.

Untouched chairs, background music
like white noise.
Maybe it was testined to be

so empty.


-----


A forest
that we were exploring
"Bob's Burgers" plays in
the background
we were lost in the
twists and turns of
blankets and pillows
laying on the floor
falling in the leaves.

from Wed., Feb. 10th

The green cookie
of the sun,

the sun of the 

milky night.

Dropping the heart

of the beast.

-----

The warm air hisses

her shin as the wind

flows through her hair

while she ventures down

the never-ending highway,

carefree.

-----

Burning, twisted,

dead. Arms and

stiff hands droop

and lay barren.

White frozen flesh

melting into water.

Carrot nose and
earthy eyes fall

on the lawn.

from per 1 on Mon., Feb. 8th

How does one describe doing
absolutely nothing? Without realizing
all the things they did not do?
Countless opportunities for enormous
change.

I think I'll sleep instead.


-----


War sure
dryer.
Dance pants
drowning in the fuzz.
The riptide rips.


-----


Streaks of crayon lights
break the dark
illuminating brick,

comfort comes,

from something I
can't grasp.

from p.1 on Mon., Feb. 1st

Hospitible warmth.
The sun overlooked
frigid depth of space.

Falsly warm.
Forever cold.


-----


Barnyard Ball:

cows retire,
vultures begin.


-----


The freezing
cold seeping
through my
feet like the
hot sun.

from p.4 on Mon., Feb. 1st

twisting, turning,
ice decorated roads going.
fast
as a snail glancing
mother white knuckles
repeating
"I'd rather arrive alive."


------


snowy nachos,
neighbors, &
indie movies.


-----


The sun shined bright that weekend
as the ocean kissed the San Francisco
shore.

Glimmers of light bounced from
the waves
illuminating
the city's glass
and brightening the blue
hearts of the people below.

from per. 4 on Mon., Jan. 25th

Bright red roses
slowly losing
their lives.

Contained
in glass
to see where
their destroyer
made the
slice
to end
an already
short life.

For what?

For love.


-----


Sinking
in red velvet
comforter.

Are you watching?

Are you still watching?

Black symbols encased
by snow
on a blood red backdrop.


-----


I lock eyes with
oppressed dirt
on white lineoleum tiles.

Scared, shy, & grossed out.

The smell of lettuce
belonging on sandwiches
wafts down the hall.

from per. 1 on Mon., Jan. 25th

Color-covered chocolates
the size of four pearl beads,
melted together.

We're melting together

around a plastic round table,
around a game of Apples to Apples,
in the comfort of my living room.


-----


You fought and struggled,
resisting my wants,
my needs--your own
wants & needs.

I laid you down to
rest next to me.

I woke up upset
to a half dead phone.


-----


Fresh Beta Fish
sort of like a blank,
luke-warm soup,
with the consistency
of a tough sausage.
Except the sausage
consists of eyes and
fins.

from p.4 on Mon., Jan. 11th

Over the counter
     oversized orders:
"double that!"
"extra this!"

Please & Thank you
     oversized
          doubled
                extra

Under the counter.


-----


Sand bulges through
my toes. Every step
closer gets a little
colder as my
ankles become
overwhelmed by
sea salt.

Water gazing up from my feet:
a beautiful orange sunset.


-----


Cold noodles
     without flavor
and without
     color.

from p.1 on Mon., Jan. 11th

The night sky
getting darkened,

lit by the stary sky.

Closing my eyes,
dreaming of a place far away where

the sun barely shines.

-----

The frustration of

a car without a 

stereo.

I feel like a Twenty
One Pilots song.

-----

A large boat, I

jump off in an

attempt to be

like Rose from

the Titanic. In

the ocean, waiting.

But my love

never jumps in 

after me.