There’s blood on your hands
And it’s not mine
But my school doesn’t do drills
For if there was a shooting
Based of what I’ve read
My teachers would tell me
That fire crackers were going off
Step and stagger fall to the ground.
Wake to police, and a siren sound.
Two black eyes and headaches remain.
Those who loved you are still in pain.
Choices were made and dreams were shattered. Was it ...
2018, living in a world, it’s nothing but cold. Kid was nothing but 19-years-old. Cold blooded killer didn’t care about anyone else’s life.
On social media, showing weapons, practically telling us tha...
One Two Three or more the power pulsating through veins that create the death, the violent trance compensates for the act of disrespect embraced because of ignorant breath, storming with weapon to gai...
American nightmare, I sit in stains. My address is the alley behind the convenience store, in the cardboard box without a view. I am anonymous, and ignored, looked on as the worst sort of person; A fr...
I want to be like everyone else—a carbon copy of those pretty, smiling girls
That always look flawless.
That always have perfectly aligned teeth.
Copy, paste. Copy. Copy.
Perfectly straight hair that ...
They thought something was wrong,
But no nobody spoke up.
They saw the red flags,
But nobody spoke up.
They witnessed his mindset through social media,
But nobody spoke up.
The teachers e-mailed,
Playing God is the hardest thing ever,
Making sure you do right, comes with pressure,
Making sure you appreciate every moment in life,
As every second passing is you running out of time,
One question ...
Impressive, how the morning comes without fanfare, unnoticed by the small-town commuters on their way to slightly bigger cities with a factory job or two
maybe a teaching position opening up next seas...
We wrote sonnets in English a while back inspired by William Shakespeare. I called mine, "Life in Scrabble." Honestly, I'm not exactly sure why. There's something about Scrabble and 'anecdoche' that r...
Fall down and come forth, place your body against the altar
and stain the wood with your tears, calling out for religion
and the god you need; you read about him in the book
that you found on the side...
Sometimes I wonder
If my parents' generation Didn’t deflect the views of mine
By putting a whole generation down
If they listened.
Would they learn?
Would our words relieve them of pain?
Or release th...
I wrote this poem back in 1995; sadly it is more true today than ever before thanks to the Internet, texting, social media, and society's disposable attitude towards people.
A hurried, "G...
Distress seeps through my every pore,
plaguing my body through physical and mental scorn.
I appear to get even more gangling
with each new rise,
my mind tells my appetite to wake up
but the beast stil...
That precious red, white and blue still waves,
with the dying breath of the fallen
of which their family will forever crave.
They signed that 'blank check'
sacrificing their lives
to keep America fore...
You're an Evil drama queen.
Stop telling me your fake news.
It could have been much worse-
At least he didn't rape you!
It doesn't matter what you said.
It's really black and white.
It's not worth the...
Damned if we do and damned if we don't. Too much is getting confused and left out. Understanding misconstrued information and elusive expectations is getting hard for me to comprehend but what do you ...
Why do you let anxiety rule your life Kaiya?
Why do you let what the stupid White kids say get to you?
Why are you only friends with the White kids?
I raised you better, Kaiya. I raised you to respect...