I hear him creeping around downstairs,
this is the perfect time to pounce...

You
saw your cue...

I'm a free flying owl,
are you a wise one...

Numb
once more...

**I dedicate this poem to my grandmothers who both...
Vanished...

*based on peabody's question "Why was my...
Barbed wire fences...

We are all made up of the same colours,
Red, the love as it blooms and grows inside of us...

Why are we destroying words that took us years to...
Why are we making ourselves look uneducated...

Watching,
so intently...

Twirling,
smiling...

"I'm sick," said the boy to his sis,
who then leaned in and gave him a kiss...

Blanketed by ice,
the young sapling grows weary...