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The girl is in the car. She’s on the way home from school. Her phone is in her pocket. She looks out the window And wonders: Is he thinking of her? The boy is talking. He’s laughing with his friends. His phone is in his pocket. He stares into space And wonders: Is she thinking of him? And throughout the day, Four different thoughts over the time change. is she still asleep? is he already awake? is she still awake? is he already asleep? Their thoughts Entwined Holding on to on

I was falling.  Drifting as the air carried me down.  I remember being on the tree, surrounded by other tulip leaves. It was warm then. My stem had been steady against the tree, a sturdy connection between all tulip leaves. Slowly, it became weaker,  withering and severing over time.  And now I was falling.  There was nothing special about it either. Hundreds of others fell with me. I wasn’t the first. I wasn’t the last. And when I finally hit the ground, it wasn’t what I exp

It is July 5th in Halsey Hall Little blue ballerinas flit around the ancient building Far older than we can imagine Energy pulses in every nook of its sturdy wooden skeleton Our soft hands turn white as we grip the polished wood Because we still haven’t learned control A new piano plays an old song Still spry, it swirls around us  As if caught in a slipstream And when we push open the windows Because Halsey doesn't have air-conditioning The music spills onto the street and da

We shared a love, both spicy and sincere The juicy nuggets like a gentle kiss With every bite, your warmth would reappear No truer touch — I never dreamed of this But Sundays, God commands you not to stay I don’t believe, yet still I have to fast Your warmth is blocked, our closeness gone astray Starved by the Sabbath, left to fade at last Your comfort fills my stomach and my heart A warmth I know I will truly cherish But faith has built a wall to keep us ‘part And in its sha

I wanted to be yours, but my emotions were getting the best of me I realized everything I said was because I was emotionally attached to you I wanted to be yours, but it can’t go back like it was before —  I can’t wait here forever expecting you to open your eyes and see what’s in front of you I wanted to be yours, wear your last name — but the more I reached for it, the more it ran from me I wanted to feel love, but falling in love turned into sadness and anger to the point

In the happy green meadow Where sunlight falls in rays I think it's so pretty Yet I think only of your face The field turns solemn Just like my heart My head is angry Like it's tearing me apart  Why do I love you so When I know it doesn't work I know It's incompatible And when it is, it hurts, And when I get happy,  And I try to grow, I see that face in every place And then… it isn't so I wish I could kiss you But you’re so far And why oh why Do I leave my love door ajar For

I was falling.  Drifting as the air carried me down.  I remember being on the tree, surrounded by other tulip leaves. It was warm then. My stem had been steady against the tree, a sturdy connection between all tulip leaves. Slowly, it became weaker,  withering and severing over time.  And now I was falling.  There was nothing special about it either. Hundreds of others fell with me. I wasn’t the first. I wasn’t the last. And when I finally hit the ground, it wasn’t what I exp

A blue boat rests on my dock It arrives once a year It brings no one, and it takes no one It holds no maps, no navigation, no sense of direction Every year, it leaves The next year, it comes backIt stops on my dock It leaves from my dock No one sees it but me Even then, I don’t hear it leave I wake up, and it’s gone A fleeting memory Was it ever really there? Or was it a fragment of my mind, Something I conjured from broken pieces of my life? Yet, I think again– If madness ha

In dim-lit rooms where paper moons dissolve on tongues of fire, A painted world begins to bend around borrowed desires. Crystal comets kiss the world and flood the chest with light, But dawn collects their glitter remains, abandoned by the night. Green ghosts curl slow in amber air, soft sermons in the haze, Promising a peace in water that only ever strays. My mirror learns a thousand angelic masks, a soul was never meant, While outside waits a hollow world. glass walls and a

different.                                                                                          The rain today...feels                                                                              As though more than                                                                    a storm brewing.                                                       Tonight, the lightning will                                                  reach the earth like hands.                

Silence. Oppressive. Stifling. Empty. Only because I am warmth of searing pain, cold branding iron on soul. Body constricts, vacuum sealed No room for me. Sounds a soothing balm   vibrating through space,    dyeing the water of my soul   colors of pondering ripples   eradicating silence. Sound waves  bring the first fish   swimming in and around    my soul humming   Hymns resonating  with the first note. Vibrations  paint the colors of the soul   bouncing jellyfish in the sea

I feel the breeze amidst the branch lightly blowing my tip from side to side  I watch from outside the neighbor’s home Each day when the sun rises, children run outside abandoning their summer flip flops and T-shirts  for wool sweaters and jackets  That’s when I know  the new season has fallen  As September approaches my vibrant green layers become  tints of red and yellow  My fellow squirrel friends find haven below me  September then turned into October with my yellow featu

A blue boat rests on my dock It arrives once a year It brings no one, and it takes no one It holds no maps, no navigation, no sense of direction Every year, it leaves The next year, it comes back It stops on my dock It leaves from my dock No one sees it but me Even then, I don’t hear it leave I wake up, and it’s gone A fleeting memory Was it ever really there? Or was it a fragment of my mind, Something I conjured from broken pieces of my life? Yet, I think again– If madness h

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