I want us laughing over spilt coffee Shuffling through a deck of cards With our legs crossed. I want that piece of sky When last night becomes tomorrow morning And our clothes try to hide What we made in our memory. I want our feet … Continue reading That’s All I Want
I watched the sun rise over blue ridges And traced my fingers where the summits hit, But I wasn’t there. I was sitting in the front seat of my car watching the shadows fall, Turning the volume up as a song … Continue reading Mountains
I don’t care about the mosquitoes. It only keeps me on my toes, And reminds my skin to be tough So I can live in the differences. I don’t care about the lack of electricity. It only keeps me close to you And it reminds … Continue reading Overseas
I remember him. I remember the hours we sat together Talking about life. Sometimes I’d listen to stories From his mission work days Told in ways that made Africa More than a place. I saw his home, his friends, And the countless voices that called … Continue reading Memories
Joy climbs trees and paints everything she sees. She looks at the sky and lets excitement Fill in the spaces between the clouds. She runs barefoot through the grass like a kid Even though she hit her 20’s a few years ago. She stops and … Continue reading Joy!
Sadness eats her weight in ice cream And binges for hours on Gilmore Girls Because she has no one to talk to about her feelings Besides Microsoft Word. She lies in bed awake for hours Trying to find the will to move and do something … Continue reading Sadness.
Anger speeds on the highway And finds a place to scream the words she’s kept in for days. She slams doors and falls back against the walls of her bedroom. Her hands cover her eyes and red fills her mind, Because Anger remembers everything. Every … Continue reading Anger.
Fear sits in the corner of an empty diner At 2 in the morning With her back towards the wall Staring at the door. She hasn’t slept well in weeks, And she hasn’t eaten since the sun fell down a few days ago. There is … Continue reading Fear.
I am scared of a lot of things. I used to build my clubhouse out of books Whenever I needed an escape, But my eyes still held the darkness Like an open tomb— Like a wall without a light switch, So I close my eyes … Continue reading My Found Poem.
To the teachers, writers and poets who gave me a voice. You gave me words to speak, A pencil to write, And a heart to recognize The beats and rhythms in my mind. You gave me a fresh breath for life, And made me … Continue reading My Voice.