Writing Prompt

a dash to the gate

few minutes ‘til late

dodge and weave

a travelers siege

such an endless blur

bags crossing the floor

sneakers pair suits

new army recruits

a neck-hanging child

cart, suitcases piled

jackets with shorts

busy food courts

order-is-ready calls

folks staring at walls

both big and small screens

transportation machines

announcements on air

man wheels a chair

the boy has a cast

crowd pu...

Sometimes it’s hard to love myself

when i’m crying in the bathroom after the same boy called me a homie hopper and said im passed around the friend group

he doesn’t know shit about me

so i don’t know why he would say it

sometimes i wonder if he has so many feelings

that he forgets i do too

i never did anything to hurt him

he must just not like me

i hate myself because of that

i hate myself be...

I wish I never had to see your green eyes again,

or hear that melodic laugh.

I hate your soft skin, your tender touch;

The way you don't hate me back.

I hate how you cup my face

And silence me with a look.

I hate how you know my favorite songs

and my favorite book.

When you come so close to me,

I can't help but wonder,

Maybe I don't hate you as much as I thought.

After all, green is m...

Baby

I’m so so sorry

I will never forget you

Ever again

I run into your arms

And kiss your face

I love you

I whisper

I love you more

You say

As you kiss my face

In a rose blush

And as I lean in

For another kiss

I feel a knife

Run through my body

And you watch

With a grin on your face

As I sink down

Into the floor...

How could you do that

Even when you don’t know my feelings for you.

How could you play with my heart

Then say it was a silly little joke

How _dare_ you say ‘aren’t friends supposed to flirt with each other?’

When I am confused and broken and tired

How dare you say we’re just friends

After dancing with me like that?!

How fucking dare you!

I’m still thinking about it.

Your smile, your beautiful...

Sometimes I feel like a weed

Lost and lonely

Sometimes I feel like a weed

Sick and homely

Out of place in a bed of roses

And things would be better if I was dead

Sometimes I feel like a weed

Always looking for a buzz

Sometimes I feel like a weed

My brain full of fuzz

About as useful as a worn shoe

Bright as lead

Sometimes I feel like a weed

But even weeds have flowers...

In the neighborhood of hearts, where love's streets wind,

We lay the bricks with care on solid ground,

Each house reflects the loving ties that bind,

Together building life where trust is found.

Laughter echoes through this warm expanse,

As children play and gardens come to life,

The sun casts down a gentle, golden glance,

On happy homes handbuilt by man and wife.

In every home, a story of its ...

The salt dripped from my forehead

Into my eyes and stung

Like bullet ants

And my stomach was devoid

Of anything but acid

Eating itself, twisting

An ourboros cyclone

Rejoice! At the pain

Because that means today

I’ll eat like a king

And my sweat becomes like rain

Yes it all hurt,

Twisted and it stung

But I worked hard to feel this pain

And that jsut means I won...

Teddy and Frog

I sat teddy down so he sits on the steps

He would stay there, he doesn’t like to get wet

He watched me through his big button eyes

He was there when a frog hopped by

I crept up to the frog, my toes squished in the dirt

Crawling up closer leaving mud on my skirt

I squatted down and I hopped just like him

Down by the river with my braids in the wind

I looked to poor teddy but he...

hey momma

back when you were raisin' me

in the hot blazin' sun of houston

did you ever once think

that your summer ballerina

would grow up

to love a sport

played on ice?...