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.


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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.


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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.


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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.