There's no quietude
everywhere I turn to...

Prompt: The year is 12023, you are writing your...

This Anger
angers me more...

Guys,
I don’t know about you...

This election feels like Halloween
to some is fun...

I felt and I feel this feeling in me
some type of feeling...

This journey of words that my fingers trek,
it's something more than just a trip, I take...

It pours! It pours!
into this little lagoon...

I cannot write of love when I am in love.
I cannot write of you...

My sadness is just like water
it evaporates but then it condensates...

You are a rose that flourishes with love
Thus with this love, I plant you in my heart...

I remember when we used to play...
streets were puuddles spitting gravel...