I’m hoping to catch up soon!   Hour 7   The best poems are almost the ones without words A ceiling that had glow in the dark stars But they forgot one before painting over it The flowers growing in cracks of the sidewalk The…

No Escape Away from the madness Yet still connected To those that want to see you And what you do Your life lived in full view Shared to give others a clue As to the real me The one you want them to see Editing…

Without Can I capture a black hole before that which it has swallowed?   Can I capture nothing before having the world between my teeth?   And if I have not done so,  why must I feel this absence?   I thought we only knew…

Reading your poems All over again is what I cherish Spoken from the heart, hits the right emotion I see you through them for I know you love words I do not see your rhyming verses often But I love the treasure I have I…

“The floor is lava”, the band plays, la da da da, all the local artists fill the dance floor. It’s exploding with creativity. The final song from star and Micey. The view of genuine inspiration floods the girl at the concert writing this poem. The…

Swinging at the retirement village Writing Jenean all the way out of the will Saying ‘I never cared for them’ about so many Riding the motorized carts Getting the cane with the wolf face on it snarling and with pearly eyes Showing old tattoo with…

Before popping off, I just thought you deserved to know you’re the best thing i could have ever done. It’s been indescribable being with you.   Now it’s time to part ways & see where it leads. It’s no one’s fault, really; things just grow…

I used to run these halls naked as a baby, as my mom chased me with a towel I used to force my dad into tea parties, pretending to sound fancy through vowels I used to sleep on my bed, sweet dreams almost every night…

(untitled graffiti) One within the flow As if my own fingerprints Were to leave secrets Of where to leave spaces in Between alphabet chaos Though I run with crews My loyalty is to the Reason we do this We all carry unique tools Elevation is…

Darting and fragile, When you finally settle, And rest on the branch, The flowers are twice your size, Rest easy, sweet hummingbird.