i mean i know where i am senses wash over me like a tsunami of stimuli the streets buzz with artificial people always rushing somewhere it seems i look up and drabby brick buildings with a grayish saturation look back down at me each brick telling a different story maybe i should just take the safe ride home but what of an experience i can’t sit in that all familiar leather black and shiny as squeaky new boots i will let the wind be my cab let the sky be my compass as i wander alone

Tight seat with tight belt. Through the window there’s  invisible stars. Downwards, countless  lights merge into one. All the footprints  fuse within nature.  But no matter how far you  went, the memory  of your hometown   will always be in deep   of my heart.

At times, I am the anchor that sinks to the bottom— Keeping you stabilized and calm. Your waves and your wind are what make it rough.  Why can’t you be the boat— Bringing excitement and movement. You never asked me to be the anchor. But your waves were still— And I became that grounding.  The minute it thundered, Your waves became angry and full of hatred As if a tsunami came crashing down— In control of everything around it. I desire to be the fish unbothered by the surface, I yearn to be that anchor for you— Stabilized and safe..

The scent of a candle, burning ever so slowly. Smoke from a fire lit to keep two people warm. The upstate sunset shining and shimmering in the sky with comforting color. The glimpse of a pumpkin patch. Sometimes it's cruel though. Change. It doesn't always come with light and hope, it’s deeper. Pumpkins rot a shade of green, leaves crimp and crumble, people change. I suppose it's the air, it's different, it comes with fear.

proud boys and police walk the streets of NYC hand in hand like lovers from the Seine they want us dead so they can sell our heads on eBay

He could be laying in bed at night, Happy, Holding on to his purpose, Aare that he is loved, Excited to take on the next day, If I took from you What you took from him. Then he would’ve seen He can stand As tall And as strong As any of us. But he is left unaware of his potential because you pushed him down and I let him think that’s where he belonged.

Feel too much. Express too little. Outside I shush. Inside I scream. Begging to be heard. Anger is amplified. Hatred is humming. Danger is dampened. Compassion is compressed. Scurried feelings screams my stereo. A hushed confession of love. An unwillingness to say " please, don't go. " But my soul's subwoofer senses no pride, nor fear. For my singing speaker. Screams my truth.

What is a kiss? A pink apostrophe between the words *je t’aime - A secret told by his mouth. Lots of love quotes will remind me of the smile you gave me after every time you kissed me. That same smile I’m now watching sideways because it reminds me of your absence. *Translation: A secret told by his mouth *Translation: I love you

What is a kiss? A pink apostrophe between the words *je t’aime - A secret told by his mouth. Lots of love quotes will remind me of the smile you gave me after every time you kissed me. That same smile I’m now watching sideways because it reminds me of your absence. *Translation: A secret told by his mouth *Translation: I love you

My name painted onto Pip’s chalkboard next to a snowflake hanging on the American flag. A man riding a scooter past a bra hanging on a tree branch. Neon orange fingernails gripping a Valentine’s Day balloon before Valentine’s Day. A freshman dropped her phone, cracking the screen as I examined the new pearl ring perched on my finger. My sister watching the Twilight saga movies moments before a homeless man knocked on our front door.

You popped up,

greeting me with oh no no no, oh god.

Calm down it is just

a question.


You are poking me, tapping, pondering,

you’re so annoying.

Because of that piece of ink,

I am scared to see what will be traced onto the paper.

Constantly deciding if that is correct.

Will I get the extra 2 points?


NO change that number.

Shut up and let me think.

That can’t be right, can it?

Yes it’s right.

Why can’t you figure this out? It’s not that hard.

Nagging, nagging, and nagging,

please just shut up.


With one stroke of ink,

you come out,

doubting every move I leave on the paper.

Even though the question was 2+2.

Talking back and forth back and forth our relationship kettling but how long will we last.