September 2, 1945

To say I miss you doesn’t do it justice.
To say I long for you doesn’t quite compensate for my hurting.
It’s more of a sharp pain than a constant aching. 
It leaves me clutching my stomach, hunching over,
I’ve forgotten how to stand up straight. 
I’ve forgotten how to regain the confident countenance I used to carry. 

You were the air in my lungs,    
Now I’ve forgotten how to breath
My heart has been stabbed, ...

Tears fall from glassy eyes,
Rolling down the face,
Tiny droplets of liquid sorrow
That fall like rain, and fade away
 
When it all becomes too much
No longer can you hide,
From all of the emotions
You’ve tried to keep inside
 
Grief clouds all warm thoughts,
Or heartbreak storms the mind,
Everything is lost in that moment,
No clouds have silver linings
 
Sometimes you just have to cry
There’s nothing left to do
But break down,...

Deadly chills, excruciating heat burns, precious animals dying or losing their homes, people dying, grass and trees suddenly catching on fire with no warning, and yet, there was a warning, but people just overlooked it. Those are all direct physical causes of climate change that is slowly tearing the world apart, turning it into a mere ball of burning fire. The world has been around since as long as 4.54 billion years ago, and depending on what each individual believes,...

Calm
Abrupt
Erupt
Ash
Entombed
Calm



a six-word story about a momentous event. (magpies in may)

    The day was soft and bright, and ten-year-old Alphonse was spending it in the meadow behind her house. 
    The meadow was where Oscar lived. She didn’t know what he looked like, but imagined it often. Most of the time he had light brown curls, like her, but shorter, and eyes as green as the spring grass. He was always the same age as her, for he was her best friend.
    Her other friends and older sister...

Let's build a cardboard house
Furnish it with bubble dreams
Keep the monsters out
Walls glued strong with icing seams

Let's make it safe and bright
Softer than we've known before
Shout but never fight
Our only cry a cheerful roar

Let's let the music fly
Past the windows and the street
Bringing a reply
From happy folks we're sure to meet

Let's be the safest home
For anyone who needs a friend
We won't be alone
Our magic will...

Through my childhood years, I lived in a small one-story apartment that consisted of three people and an occasional fish or two. However, this was not the specific setting that contributed to my life and inspiration. These memories of my childhood are filled with that of a 3-to-10-year-old little girl led into, what took the imagination of the young girl at the time,  a mansion of gated fancy fences and two tall brown doors. It was a house that stood...

Do you remember those performances, that you were hoping would get cancelled? 

That musical showcase, in which you smiled at all those anonymous faces within the distance, yet deep down felt gushes of sweat precipitating down towards your spine. You loved playing the keyboard but hated showcasing your talents.

You knew what you were truly capable of, even when others didn't. People tried to pull you down like a blind, but you stood up strong like a wall, even though...

Wait till you hear them, my love Of their oath to pen their love

I'm offered just the one sheet; How petty do they think love?  

Another sheet is handed;
Surely, they've never felt love  

The galaxy wouldn't suffice  
As space enough for our love  

And yet, they wish to condense
To use words to describe love  

Turn infinite to finite!
Meagre, mortal thought to love    

I laugh, Sappho- at them, this;
Ink...

witnessing a moon's morals
i would my hands could sketch the iridescent lesson
alas! so feeble art my fingers for "art".

hypothetical, i must say art is
a visual torment preferred o'er written lores,
alas! so feeble art my fingers for "art".

my melanin, pallid, due to textures of the budding moon.
got a saccharine tooth against my allergic reactions, 
lured acrylics o'er itch.
my hands, oh my hands attracted to fabricated eczema, pretty when my grandma weaves it wi'...

September 2, 1945

To say I miss you doesn’t do it justice.
To say I long for you doesn’t quite compensate for my hurting.
It’s more of a sharp pain than a constant aching. 
It leaves me clutching my stomach, hunching over,
I’ve forgotten how to stand up straight. 
I’ve forgotten how to regain the confident countenance I used to carry. 

You were the air in my lungs,    
Now I’ve forgotten how to breath
My heart has been stabbed, ...

    The day was soft and bright, and ten-year-old Alphonse was spending it in the meadow behind her house. 
    The meadow was where Oscar lived. She didn’t know what he looked like, but imagined it often. Most of the time he had light brown curls, like her, but shorter, and eyes as green as the spring grass. He was always the same age as her, for he was her best friend.
    Her other friends and older sister...

Let's build a cardboard house
Furnish it with bubble dreams
Keep the monsters out
Walls glued strong with icing seams

Let's make it safe and bright
Softer than we've known before
Shout but never fight
Our only cry a cheerful roar

Let's let the music fly
Past the windows and the street
Bringing a reply
From happy folks we're sure to meet

Let's be the safest home
For anyone who needs a friend
We won't be alone
Our magic will...

Through my childhood years, I lived in a small one-story apartment that consisted of three people and an occasional fish or two. However, this was not the specific setting that contributed to my life and inspiration. These memories of my childhood are filled with that of a 3-to-10-year-old little girl led into, what took the imagination of the young girl at the time,  a mansion of gated fancy fences and two tall brown doors. It was a house that stood...

witnessing a moon's morals
i would my hands could sketch the iridescent lesson
alas! so feeble art my fingers for "art".

hypothetical, i must say art is
a visual torment preferred o'er written lores,
alas! so feeble art my fingers for "art".

my melanin, pallid, due to textures of the budding moon.
got a saccharine tooth against my allergic reactions, 
lured acrylics o'er itch.
my hands, oh my hands attracted to fabricated eczema, pretty when my grandma weaves it wi'...

    The day was soft and bright, and ten-year-old Alphonse was spending it in the meadow behind her house. 
    The meadow was where Oscar lived. She didn’t know what he looked like, but imagined it often. Most of the time he had light brown curls, like her, but shorter, and eyes as green as the spring grass. He was always the same age as her, for he was her best friend.
    Her other friends and older sister...

    “Could climate change threaten your child’s future?” “Is the rising heat a cause for concern?” “How do we stop climate change?” Questions and questions about how we stop it, what we could do, and how long it could take. News reporters, politicians, schools, and citizens. Everyone wants to raise awareness, but no one seems to want to change what they do. We are already aware, now it’s time to take action. 
    I hear it on the news, “Climate change this,...

There was rain on the way home
chilling, bitter, cold
No, not like hot knives or needles,
like a dagger through silk folds

If I were a poet, I would scrawl
the splatters of rain and dancing of leaves
If I were an artist, I would splash
the arcs of clouds and streaks of wind

I'm not. So I tell
not with voice
but with soul

Only in the rain, with the wind
I forget what I'm not
the tapping...

1. let's fume and spiral into oblivion
cry the wind red until it burns holy
Inferno I II III IV V
i'll love you:

did you commit a mental crime?

yes. i thrice set fire to hell.

then i'll love you. that's no head crime. material pain isn't worth burning you out of my spine for.

2. don't wish upon a sin because what if it starts thinking too? a human hates on accident. loves on purpose.
 here. there. or...

Mice did huddle, 
mice did run. 
With clammy feet and splintered nails,
the mice emerged when gone was the sun. 

Scurrying 'fore the house did rise, 
the mice broke, chewed, and stole. 
In deep of night, to their surprise, 
the cat did wake and find the hole.

The hole in the wall in which they fled, 
the mice were trapped outside their home. 
Why was the cat not in its bed?
Well, now it waited and watched and roamed. 

Run,...