Dream

In a room where you cannot see,
The light is what you need the most.
You can hear water,
The gentle splashing you cannot hear.
Only the rolling thunder of waves pounding rocks.
You can only imagine how far down to the rocks.
The soft padding of small paws probably a cat,
That thought is lost with a roar of the lion.
It’s now hot, so hot you think you’re burning
The rumbling beneath your feet,
You’re in a volcano. As it erupts all you feel is cold.
Now you’re in a blizzard frozen as ice
Your chattering teeth shaking body try to keep warm
When you feel your eyes close the feeling vanishes.
You’re in a bed where you can see.
Is this a dream or
Reality.

 

A Ripple

A ripple,
It spreads and grows.
A small action
For a bigger effect.
That sounds like something
Something we all know.
We can give it,
For a grand effect
We can receive it,
Which makes us feel full.
The ripples of our kindness,
Are amazing things.
If we all gave kindness
Our ripples would surround
And drown the world.
One splash and it would spread once more.

 

School Day

Pencil, Paper, binder, book,
Ticking clocks and ringing bells.
Loud hallways, quiet classrooms
People talking, people walking.
Rushing here and there,
Papers flying everywhere.
Trying to escape the bell
Getting homework done as well.
Ring.
Ring.
Was that the bell?
Yes, it was the bell.
Locks clicking
Lockers slamming
Running students
Catching buses
The day is done.
Time for Fun.

 

Last Moment

Broken shell,
Empty space,
I can’t see you
But you can see me.

Please come into my dark
And turn on the lights
Save me from my inner thoughts

As the clock winds down,
My time is stopping .
I can see your light,
Getting farther and farther away.

The closer I get
The dimmer you are,
Your light is dimming,
And I am fading.

The racing patterns slow,
Your face a blur,
Surrounded by white,
A light to the black I’m in.

Nothing can reach me now.
It all stops.

 

Broken

You look at me.
Eyes expecting.
You think I’m full.

I’m not.
I’m just an empty plate.
I’ve a crack down the middle.

What do you think I can hold?
I’m split. Yet you think I’m full,
I’m broken and useless.

A crack down the middle.
You still use me, even though I broke.
Everything just falls out.

One day you piece me together,
But I know I will just break.
You can’t fully repair something broken.

I’m a broken plate.
No matter how much you fix me,
I will always be broken.

With a crack down the middle,
Empty.

 

2017

This is not about you nor about me
Its about my black folks and i will stand by them
This is not about you nor about me
Its about my undocumented folks and i will stand by them
This is not about you nor about me
Its about my muslim folks and i will stand by them
This is not about you nor about me
Its about my LGBT folks and i will stand by them
This is not about you nor is this about me
its about everybody and we will stand together.

 

What the color blue means to me

What The Color Blue Means To Me
Blue, blue is the color of sadness
The color of tears from my blue eyes

Freshly dyed blue hair to match my blue lips
after a cold swim in the blue ocean

The blue water to match the little blue sail boat
In the little blue sail boat are sailors wearing blue uniforms

Blue uniforms belong to the navy
where blue blood is spilled from blue veins

Blue veins run through my body my skin turning blue,
My blue skin to match my blue mind,

With my blue mind comes blue thoughts,
Of swallowing blue pills and going under my blue covers.