The Beginning

Paper Planes

Breathing is like pen to paper—like a paper plane flying with writing hidden inside a single page— Who will get the last say? Who will find the message left behind? Maybe it will land in the water and become a boat holding all the hope an entire ocean can hold— Maybe it will go its… Continue reading Paper Planes

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Messy

I am a mess.   My mind stops working and my words start falling Out of my mouth like the clumsy ramblings Of a middle school girl who doesn't know How to talk to boys yet.   I feel the corners of my mouth move involuntarily When I look at you and see you smile.… Continue reading Messy

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Rainy Days

It’s raining and my mind Is a blur of blue and green And brown and black Sitting next to you, I watch the windows reflect The rain painting the panes, And take your hands to dance. I want to dance in the puddles Until the earth stains our clothes And covers our bodies. I smell… Continue reading Rainy Days