She was fragile,

as all babies are fragile.

Her neck, so weak, so small

couldn’t hold her head up high.

So she, like all babies, depended on others

To give her life, to give her love.

But she grew as all children grow,

her neck grew strong.

She held her head high,

she searched for futures in hidden corners,

she discovered the history of the past in the dirt.

And so baby became a child. ...

Replaying each dramatic tableau in slow motion as I fall to the pavement,

Ashphalt burning the roof of my mouth

Like hot chocolate on Christmas Day,

Cozied up next to the fire

As our heads fill with maudlin static

Sickeningly saccharine.

Mentally, I’m asleep on the couch

While my parents smoke cigarettes and play poker in the other room—

Whispers that stink of whiskey,

Laughter that bubbles over t...

I look at down my skin,

The colors and tones my mother gave me.

But I see the red under my skin

And the hate it causes.

When I say it, they laugh,

Even though it’s who I am.

My identify—

My code and binary

But it will forever be binary

Just one or the other.

I’m white or black.

Not mixed, like my mother....

While I travel down life’s road

Country winds call me home.

Running barefoot through a sea of grass

I would not know what must come to pass.

I must leave the country side,

I must find my path

To push myself forward

To make my own footpath

Country winds call me home

While it can be maintained

For they do not know my love

And they do not know my pain.

-Ron Chapel...

Anyone with eyes

Could very quickly see

That the flame of passion in my soul

Was nothing more than cold lumps of coal

There once was a blazing fire in my soul

I was filled with so much passion

Fuled with determination to reach my goal

Every denial adding fire to my ambition

But determination only lasts so long

Failure acts like rain

When you’re always told you’re doing it wrong

You won...

my face turns blue,

the world fades to black.

the sounds muffle until your voice is gone.

and everything becomes cold.

i stop feeling quickly enough.

the pain resides easily.

gravity can’t hold me anymore.

i drift towards the clouds.

beautiful and free.

no worries in the world.

i can feel understanding at my fingertips.

this is my euphoria.

but a face in the clouds,

draws me back d...

A trickle of something old spills gently forth

Little green buds, chartreuse and hopeful

The top soil of my heart softens

Words on and off the page beckon

A great care rises up within me and -

The birds speak to me once more!

The great thaw has begun

Encapsulated in permafrost no longer, I jump

Too quickly

Loves, obscured and vibrant tussle for my action! I can do them all!

Well one at a tim...

Dandelion daydreams meet retched crashes

Skies Filled with Smokey ashes

“If only I was like everyone else I thought”

Not knowing you were a gift from God

Value is value

Whether Gold is above or beneath the ground

Discovery seems to be only when truly found.

•

That’s not how value truly works

Whether you are displayed before millions

Or stuck in lava rock

You are still the very diamond you are

Whe...

Just recently I’ve rediscovered my love for writing once again

It might be digital at the moment, but soon I’ll add some paper and a pen

Putting thoughts down into written words is something special

And by doing it every day it also becomes more normal

A habit of writing 100 words a day

Helps growing my imagination quite some way

A story, a poem or just some thoughts I got

Can actually tell a lot

...

Finding something once fills your heart with wonder

But finding something twice is something to ponder

You might think that the feeling won’t remain the same

But sometimes the found still counts in the game

Perhaps the sky always fills with rain

But don’t let that fill you with pain

Not first or second or third or last

Matters if you get put in a cast

Rediscover what you already know

And rem...