Posts
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Irony
The irony is not lost on me. The day that Donald J. Trump will be inaugurated, is the same day as Martin Luther King Jr. Day.
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Justice
The justice part of the American justice system has left the building.
You should absolutely not be able to convict someone of a crime and have them suffer zero consequences.
No jail time.
No parole.
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My World
How do I see the world? I see a lot of bad things. That’s what the news likes to show us. There’s war, poverty, hunger, death, school shootings, plane crashes, and of course the looming threat of climate change.
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When my hair is a halo in the air
I love trampolines.
I love feeling my strong legs push into the balls of my feet push against the resistance of the springs just before they shoot me into the air.
I love the short time where I am flying higher and higher.
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2 brothers
I have 2 brothers
One is 11
and one is 3.
My house is never
ever
quiet.
I used to want an older sister.
To borrow clothes from.
To talk to about boys.
To show me how to put on make up.
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Do what is right for you
And then there were two
Best friends
Most of the time
On and off
For many years
One
running back to the other
When she probably should have let her be
Until
She realized
Loves
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Two Sides of The Same Coin
The fire dances with the trees,
With no stopping, it spreads.
A horrific sight, indeed.
In the wake of this inferno,
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What can I do now?
It's out of our control
And so we'll sit and watch
As a despicable man
Takes
And takes
And takes
"Stay strong"
"Don't give up"
"There's power in silence."
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Victorious
People ask me,
Why do you love music so much?
Making music
Playing music
Listening to music.
I thought about it, and
I really love how it connects people.
People who are so different
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Crying
Crying.
It’s something that all of us have done
At some point or another.
Yet it is a sign of weakness!?
And I say that is false.
FALSE
I say that it should be a sign of strength.
So
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The Weight
How can someone handle all this weight? This never-ending pressure is slowly crushing me. If ever I get a chance to breathe, and stretch my spine, it ends when the weight crashes back down.
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Travel is a Rather Dangerous Thing
Sometimes there is so much to love
that it hurts.
Like a hole, waiting to be emptied as it's being filled.
That preemptive pain; anticipation of loss.
But those words are too big to quite describe this --