Month: February 2022

Yellow is the sun smiling down on the earth.

Yellow is as optimistic as a litter of puppies a few days from birth.

Yellow is a joyful spring day.

Yellow is calm, captivating, controlled, yet pliable clay.

Yellow is the color of creativity.

Yellow is a mindset of positivity

Yellow is a good way to think.

Yellow is a gentle orange when mixed with pink.

Yellow is a majestic gleam of light.

Yellow is never flashy but always bright.

Yellow is a visual to happiness.

Yellow is harmonic joyful bliss.

(1)All the little things
(2)All the overlooked problems
(3)Like cream colored Band-aids on dark skin
(4)Publicly display “unwanted” differences

(5)All the little things
(6)All the small details of difference
(7)Like the judged accent in a last name
(8)Are all factors in unfairness

(9)All the little things
(10)All the assumed traits
(11)Like people who call people with glasses “nerds”
(12)Make the world a little more divided

(13)All the little things
(14)All the little discriminations
(15)Add up to the biggest problem
(16)We’ve yet to face

I look to you,
teddy bear
to stare at me aimlessly
with your glossy, beaded eyes
to always be there
when I come home
to comfort me
to hug me
to hold the memories of 12 years
to remind me to be happy
on days I wish to disappear
to hold my hand and watch
as the world whimsically hurdles by
and to tell the story of the good days,
the stressful days, the rough days
and all of the days in between
we’ve gone through
together.

Round and luscious
Blue and green
The cradle of humanity

Ya, everyone’s just kinda selfish
Living in there own little world
Completely ignoring the other species

Crick-
Craack
CHRUSH!
Crumckl…
That’s right, I can hear the future
And it doesn’t sound that great

Corals dying
Sea turtles lessening
Glaciers melting
And rivers cresting

If the humans stepped up
The earth could restore
The humans would be a problem no more
And we would never have to hear that fatal future again

When my house starts to get a little dreary
I know every dust bunny and I’m tired of talking to Siri

I hop on the mac with my fingers flying
And click and scroll until I’m tired trying

To find the perfect AirB&B

“Over one-fifty? Just for one night.”
My mom nods, doesn’t put up a fight.

So I insert “dog friendly”
Into the search frenzy.

Find the one that’s not fake
By a river, pool, or lake

So I pack my bags, stuff in treats
And in the car I kick back my feet.

I stroke my puppy in utter delight
I’m staying somewhere else, this is alright!

I’m heading to the perfect AirB&B

I look around, and make sure it fenced,
Then I clip off my puppy’s leash and she sprints

All around the perfect AirB&B

We drive on down to the little town center
I look around at the shops, they’re a treasure!

I bite down into the crunchy fried chicken
And listen to the humming sounds of the crickets

I feel safe and warm in the big log cabin
And while I’m watching my show I’m clappin’

Then when the morning comes
It’s a nice day, and I don’t want to leave from

The perfect AirB&B

Pen
Gliding around the blank white canvas
Piercing the pale sheet,
A slim bar leaves its
permanent
Mark
Something so small
So fragile
So replaceable
Can change something
Permanently

Vape
Puffs of grey smoke dances in the air
Like a bonfire with no limits
A slim bar leaves its
permanent
Mark
Something so small
So fragile
So replaceable
Can change something
Permanently

Christmas is like the smell of fresh-cut trees in the air and the smell of grandma’s apple pie pear

Christmas is the sound of laughter from children with no despair, happy Christmas carols in the air

Christmas is Sunday football time and the fresh smell of baked key lime pie

Christmas is the unboxing of colorfully wrapped gifts, and under the mistletoe, people getting kissed

Christmas is the feeling of love, similar to the fair dove from above

Christmas is a favorite tradition, it’s even better than seeing a magician

Christmas is celebrated as a holiday, people always love riding in a sleigh.

Because the chimney is smoky, Christmas is always very cozy.

Christmas is a happy memory in The Giver, another memory is the snow that makes you shiver

Christmas is filled with delight, Christmas mornings always excite

Stockings are fun for everyone, everyone’s happy, and no one’s glum

Children place cookies for Santa under the Christmas tree, usually there’s about three

Children light up with glee when they see there are presents under the Christmas tree

Carols are heard throughout the night, children singing with great delight

Look outside and you see snowflakes in the sky, coming from high and passing by

Christmas music fills the air, singing is everywhere

Christmas is fun for everyone, too bad for the year it’s one and done

The blue sky protects
It protects us all from the inky black beyond
The black that threatens to swallow us all
The black that goes on forever
The black is scary
But the blue is not

A child’s baby blue balloon tugs at the child
Wanting to take the child to a world of wonder
Of possibilities
But the child lets go
They don’t want to leave the safe comfort of home

You can see the blue in someone sometimes
Sometimes it’s in their face, body, or heart
Everybody feels blue at times
Although not everybody knows when they do
All you can do, is help share the blue with them, so you understand

Sometimes feeling blue isn’t a sad or bad thing
For some people, the blue is where they go to think
It holds them close
And tells them it’s going to be alright
Even if it takes time
Which it always will

When you touch blue, you can feel many things
You may feel cold or uncomfortable
I always feel anchored and content
It feels silky, and soft
It flows between my fingers, pouring out of my hand

Blue is very consuming
Very controlling
It can feel like you’re sinking
And never getting out

But it can be peaceful and caring too
Wanting to heal
Not hurt

It can be helpful and relieving
It can be emotional or blank
Either way blue will always be there for you
Waiting
Welcoming

Wooden shelves
On rough carpet
Warm
Because I’ve been sitting on it
Between the aisles
With my head hunched
Over my book

Time passes to the sound of turning pages
Soft, occasional, footsteps
And the falling of rain outside

I am surrounded
By the books
Sleeping on their shelves
Their everlasting slumber uninterrupted
Until someone picks them up
Opens them
And unleashes the world inside

Like them
I am separate from the rest of the world
Unaware of my surroundings
Floating
In the world of my book
Until I hear a voice calling my name
“It’s time to go”
Sighing, I pack my book
Until next time

The blue turns to gray
Watch the green as it fades
The air we breath is cold and sharp
Feel the earth turn so dark.
Mother nature’s caving in.
There’s too much trash,
No one will win.
But it’s not time to just give in!
Together we must break this sin.
Turtles die because they choke,
Let it in, it’s not a joke!
The world is turning inside out
All we do is talk about
the planet that will slowly die
I think it’s time we start to try.
Talking ‘bout it, yes, is good.
But I believe together we could
change our habits, the way we live.
No one wins unless we give,
A little more than just big speeches
Something that all will believe in
Something that will make a mark
Taking action is a good start.