On That Day

On that date in December
it’s cold and gray
but not like any other winter day.

That day she sits to stare
off into space—
her mind off in another place.

All that one would ever see
is a motherless girl
experiencing a harsh, lonely world.

Her hair dark—her complexion
pale as beats of a lifeless air,
pale as mourning’s constant ail.

Memories form about the day
my mother left this existence.
How can I cope with this distance?

Poems Are Alive

Pieces of a long, shattered thought
obtrude among a stream of imaginary
experiences we play spontaneously in our
minds as curiosities linger upon a sight,
smell, or sound that has seduced us.

Alone our minds are forever ticking,
reviewing, reevaluating, rewording,
editing, evolving, and exchanging perspectives.

As if our tongues are lustrous paint that
lingers upon a canvas of sound
in which the songs’ meanings we elude the
very subtle mysteries we don’t abruptly reveal;
emotions are inevitable in our expression.

Guardian

Come, child of earth, bear witness onto me.

For I am the aged one, elder guardian of thee. When you are lonely,

nowhere to belong, come seek me—the Patient; the Strong. Grounded 

are my roots so here I’ll always be. Listen for the notes the wind and I shall sing. 

Climb my branches, dear child, so that you may see far and wide; your surroundings, 

your dreams, where your desires reside. Meditate your wisdom with 

me within my shade. For under 

admonition a successful 

future can be made.

Respect the world 

about you, for I 

am not the only 

being who provides 

shelter, wisdom, and food that 

you or your kin will be seeing. Remember—for when 

you leave—part               of this world you’ll         forever be. Remember 

kindness, strength,                     and humility                   given to you by this 

old tree.

A Likely Excuse

An elephant woke me up; it made me sopping wet.
A monkey hid my phone.
A dog ate my backpack.
An eagle stole my jacket; I was so cold.


A cat stole my sock
and a goat ate my shoe.
A raven stole my keys.
What was I supposed to do?


A dinosaur ate my tires.
It really wasn’t cool.
I had to find the bus stop
so that I could get to school.


It’s not my fault
that I forgot my homework on my desk.
I know it sounds so crazy, but
all this happened, more or less.

Night in Vegas Valley

A bustling city beset by mountains
so bright with stars lining each street and structure
that visitors are distracted from nature’s originals.
The city of sins that does not sleep.

Caught in Depression's Grasp

Awful tears that fall

upon my crossed arms

drawing more droplets,

sobs all but warm.

Clenched nails like claws

that gnaw my palms like a beast.

So many flaws

fought without defeat.

The loss of my cause,

aggressive regret;

yet life does not pause

even with goals unmet.

These raw thoughts

linger longer than they must

against my law

to not remove their dust.

If I couldn’t fall

and instead could fly…

ought to enjoy the wind so raw

since if sought now its suicide.

Dull life that brings us all

through trials so cruel;

numerous names we call.

are we all just fools?

Long Distance

As I sit in the silence of the computer lab
with only the hum of appliances in my ear,
my stagnation brings cravings for a nap
as I day dream of my love that is not here.

His features are still so clear to me
even after a year has passed.
The feeling of his presence brought me security
that helped me forget the horrors of my past.

His green eyes were laden with adoration
while he granted me a soft but rare smile.
His soft kisses left my lips vibrant with sensation
and my cheeks blushed all the while.

His hands held mine so gently
even though they were so strong and large in size.
As we lay in bed side by side quietly
he kept staring into my eyes.

How delighted I was to run my fingers through his hair.
The scent of clean radiated from his head.
Good hygiene kept his skin pretty fair
except for a couple scars that were white or red.

He cooked me a wonderful dinner
that was incredibly delicious.
Who knew I could find such a winner?
He was so perfect I began to feel suspicious.

With how perfect he was in my eyes
I worried about his expectations of me.
Was his sincerity just a bunch of lies?
Was this purposefully too good to be?

However, time has proven him true
even with a bump here or there.
From all that we’ve gone through
I know that he really does care.

Now it’s been a year
since we’ve first met.
Plans for this summer
have already become set.