I am the river, you are the sea, Together we flow, wild and free. No matter the distance, no matter the tide, Belonging’s current will always guide.

I am the echo, you are the call, A voice that answers through it all. In every silence, in every song, I’ve found the place where I belong.

No walls divide, no borders keep, Belonging wakes where love runs deep. A fleeting touch, a lasting thread, In every heart, a home is bred.

Life is like a playground— I prefer the slide to the swings But you outstretched your wings And flew somewhere you would never be found.

I couldn’t help getting wrapped up in you. I saw your heart’s vacancy sign, Foolishly stumbled over the starting line As if I had nothing left to lose.

But the pistol fired So I took cover away from glass Lest ye be shattered

By man’s wicked desires. My love spilled over the greener side’s grass And became ashes for the wind to scatter.

Do you not love me It’s like you can’t stand us And you just huff and puff And I can’t let it be

I push away in the beginning And eventually I get attached It’s like I need a patch And now I see the ending

To the story that never ends And the poem that lives on And the torch that keeps light

Now I pick up my pen And I’m no longer the pawn It’s time to end it on my own right

I hurry back to this room Safe in this world of alone Seeking only solace, prone A respite from a day consumed

Surrounded by books and paper The noise recedes outside my box Secure from all imagined rocks Riding out my gloomy nadir

It’s not the quiet To which I aspire It is instead

A muse so exquisite That allows me to squire All these words in my head

Time will always go As I was once so young, but now I am driving Which shows how I am always growing And how some things can feel like they were a long time ago

I still want to play basketball and run For I have gotten better and faster And I know I will do well, I am sure Once both sports begin, there will be a lot of fun

I was not that good before But that is going to change As I am no longer mentally trapped in chains

I will get more I will be in greater range As I start changing lanes

In this twisted world where people sway, Masks are worn to hide intentions. The games they play are never mentioned, Behind fake smiles is where they stay.

You think they’re loyal, far from fake, Yet behind their facade, deception lies. Their feigned concern, a clever disguise, Leaving only shattered trust in their wake.

It’s fucked up, Because I really did try, I strive to be a loyal friend.

Maybe it’s tough luck, But I won’t cry. Because it’s a blessing in disguise in the end.

Weaven within your palm, was something I gave you. Taking my chances, you’re klutzy, it’s true. Waiting for your words, my mind a timebomb.

You finally have the hour to speak. I don’t like what you have to reveal. Your palm is empty, what’s the deal? My gift is no longer just for you, I feel weak.

To have shared with you, was a mistake. My essence is nothing of privacy to your mind. Why would you do this to me?

My trust is not something I thought you’d break. I shared it, knowing you’d like it, and to be kind. Now I realize, separation from you would be key.

Oh, Mini golf, a whimsical delight, Where putters swing and balls take flight. With each stroke, a challenge to overcome, As we navigate the course, having so much fun.

Through windmills and obstacles, we make our way, Hoping for a hole-in-one, we eagerly play. The sound of laughter fills the air, As we compete with friends, without a care.

The colorful courses, a sight to behold, As we aim for the target, trying to be bold. With each swing, we learn and grow, Enjoying the game, letting our skills show.

So let's grab our putters and hit the green, Mini golf is a magical world to be seen. With each hole, a new adventure awaits, Creating memories that nothing can ever erase.

Last tuesday noon I went to a bar I walked out with a scar I walked in with a wound

With so much liquor to fall into With so many drinks on the wall With so many ways I could fall I think I just fell for you

And at a glance
I walked right to her side
“Excuse me, ma’am

By any chance
Are you the love of my life?” “I think I am”

My steps start to falter They’re not used to leading My thoughts stain my bleeding Wrists on the altar.

I’ve sapped my own strength Have gotten so pale A waywardly gale Could rip my constraints.

I hear another Song in my weakness Over plunging waves.

It was a song my mother Sang me to sleep with In my younger days.