It’s not easy to write a poem now I have struggled throughout the morn It is almost completed, yay The ending is nearing friends It has gone well enough Will I be back? I sure hope next year lock    

The truth is sometimes jarring. We can sometimes be a mess. But messes are not monsters. So please stop ripping out your chest.

When I dance I express myself. When I’m depressed I detest myself. When I’m drunk When I’m stoned When I’m living When I’m boned When I’m stroking A mans mustache When I’m eating Alone When I’m biking Or hiking Or tryna get Toned. When I’m…

Aquifer Song   pressure over time, I form porous, deep within earth’s womb my gravel vessels cradle a million year snowmelt I swallow raindrops descending beads seep soil form my pools in earth’s underbelly   I quench longing of the ages my infinite elixir cleanse…

For How Long? Pricked by the needle of a pandemic, society sequestered – periwinkle skies above each skyscraper, like salient exclamation marks, signalling just how much our air needed purifying Fewer cars, to none, meant the earth could inhale, could beat her heart loudly –…

Love Doesn’t Wait for the Morning What?  Trying it on for size? Trying to act surprised that touching someone unlike you feels so nice.   You’re guessing again and it’s so simple my friend.   When loves comes, it never knocks twice – It just…

Lab Report   After school I took the stairs up to the third floor, the chemistry lab, to finish the project. The hall was empty this late and I was the only student in the classroom. I mixed what I had to mix, wrote down results….

With the cold wind that is felt and the dew of the petals shimmer While the birds are in the mood I wander leisurely in the cold The pavement-noise echoes the scented flowers scream I wander alone leisurely as if in a dream The drizzle…

Hour 3, Prompt 11, Year 2021 It’s a warm summer day in Lilliput The perfect day to use yellows Gulliver splashes some yellow on white Picks up his straw and blows Behold! A beautiful canvas Just a shape of yellow Simple, like the Lilliputians themselves…

Summer days on the block Are meant for Sundresses, Smart mouths, Nutcrackers & Smiles. High noon heat Has the music blasting Papi’s anthem while playing dominos sweating as much as my bottled drink It is home. Can you feel it? Street veins burst with water…