Not a good morning was this one – Just to be honest. A late night at my treasure island of a job Had me staring through miles of brake lights In the soft moonlight of After hours freeway construction. And then… And then! After filling two…

Write a persona poem. (Elitist) —————————————————————————————————————– I see you there, hustling and bustling—up and down this busy street, pressing in on peoples lives with your scummy rags and watery Windex. NO! I don’t want my windows washed by those hands. This Mercedes deserves the gentle…

Mommy is giving me that look again I wish we would just play pretend She’s going to lean in close to my face Very seriously, while making sounds I don’t understand Wait… I think this mumble jumble gibberish The grown ups speak has meaning Now…

I ran. I ran to run towards and away. I ran to move. Like a shark, I would die, if I did not move. Columns of sorrow rose up in this city. I never perceived them before. It took near-fatal heartbreak, To become sensible To…

I have power buttons and thunder sounds, And they complain I run too loud. But I stand still, balanced On their window sill, Half in and half out, In the heat and in the house. I may not look like a ballerina, But that is…

I imagine my mother’s hateful life, how she wishes she could be someone else, and I, too, wish I could be someone else. I imagine stardome like my idols, how everyone loves to see them preform. I do want to deviate from the Norm. I…

Although he was comfy is the hammock of his beliefs she chose herself, the comfort of another, to feed her relief…. V.Sky

Locust girl won’t talk. She creeps beneath grass and damp soil to parallel play with worms. She is of no consequence. Here, she is only mineral to dirt.   Locust girl can almost feel the sun. Deeper she burrows into her earthen den. If sun…

mid way up the leg I found something to stand on, then I froze… ughhh fear.

How can light take so many forms? Growing greens beneath our feet, tanning or burning our skin, casting shadows that grow as the evening stretches onward. And there’s always the saying, ‘without light there is no darkness’ and vice versa. As equals though, why is…