Growing

We wonder
How quickly
The time goes
From infants to adults
First waddling to walking alone
From first days of school to graduation
We grew and grow
We change and morph
We get confused and understand
And at the end
When we walk away from all that is
Small
We wonder

Chi

Looking at the Chicago Skyline
Hoping one day to be in one of those buildings
Walking along the sand I stare at the Wheel
Proud

Sleep

Sleep
Awaiting me
Trying to sprinkle
Pixie dust
To induce slumber

YouTube

Sitting watching YouTube
Wondering how we have lost
The ability to talk
To each other

Lazy

Always waiting for
A door to open
Wide enough to let
Something amazing happen
So we wait
And wait for
The lack of
Opportunity awaiting us

Mariokart

Destroying friendship
As we scream and throw
Red shells at each other

Mariokart a staple of
How much time we once have

Hours on end
Dodging banana peels

The best of childhood

A Heart’s Responsibility

A heart’s responsibility is
Not to feel and
Bleed for others
But to
Beat like a drum

Not to keep sentiments of
The soul but
To keep me company
Through life
Aiding in providing oxygen
And when it stops
So do I

Pixies

Loving
Every second I
Spend spreading
Pixie dust
Around
Giving true words
Throughout the land
Smiling because
I’m follow the way of
Life

Nervously Antics

The first day we met
I was in jeans with a Jimi Hendrix tee on
And I had garlic pizza for lunch
And I was quiet because I don’t like new people
And I had just finished my Math homework
And I was editing…no writing an article
And I sat at the end of the table hoping you wouldn’t talk to me
And I was listening to Toro y Moi
And I was squirming because I had to use the bathroom but didn’t want to walk pass you while you were in the doorway
And I, when you asked me my name, couldn’t remember it
And I almost got sick when we found out we had stuff in common
A day we met

Focus

We focused on
The tide coming in
Our hair being Douse
In rain
The house being a mess
Our ears ringing
In winter
The smell of plantains
Our hands holding books
In autumn
The sound of poetry
Our mouths shut
In readings
We focused
In readings
In autumn
In winter
In rain
To each other

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