God You do so much for me You are all encompassing Ever present You don’t leave me You never forsake me My life is in Your hands God My life would be pointless without you Your words is a lamp to my feet And is…

When I was five, I loved to ride my skateboard when I was six, it was my bike when I was seven it was roller skates. I loved to mow yards and make money My friends and I used to put on plays My dad…

Birds chirp in conversations loudly, they sound as if mornings are their most favorite time of the day the grassy fields and flowers move as if they are dancing in the sunlight The sun graciously swaddles the earth while the clouds puff like cotton candy…

  Strawberries are found in her dreams in her earliest memory on the kitchen table, in the California setting, next to her mom. A strawberry shortcake scented doll was her only friend when her parents left her for only one night with the man their…

She was left with an impression. She made the strawberry association With all that was good Like in the month she was born in Close proximity to Mexico and California Fresh and ripe like her place of birth. Also like her brother Who sounded like…

Dear depression, You fucking suck I cannot count the number of casualties I cannot even quantify the collateral damage I cannot begin to add up the lost years I cannot even fathom the billable hours I cannot sift through the pills and treatments I cannot…

Prompt 29 Hour 23 Write a poem about your childhood   1. My friend’s childhood memories seem so drab, Contrast to my childhood – ‘coz I was like a wandering hermit crab, 2. Born a Cancerian – Crab being the sunsign symbol, Through the years…

I Born to urban parents decidedly not of, with nature living in a duplex growing up I ran safe, middle class streets with abandon and other kids played ball in the park took bike treks went bowling II By the time I was six in…

Child’s world The cat calls from friends alert my mind And off we are to our Imaginary treasure hunting grounds Fighting goblins and ghosts on the way Bickering over sharing pocketed food Till our limbs move no more   Making castles of sand and clay…

1) The smiling little girl; She grew up to sing … and twirl. Hair was straight … had no curl. 2) She longed for waves … more she craves. Through the raves … 3) Then the day did come; High school gained her friends, at…