Put down the phone—
put down the keyboard,
       and go to them.

They might never see
                why,
or know why

but bring them roses
even though stereotypical,
bring them chocolates
because the world is bitter,

sing a tune
that the media feeds
will never understand.

Have you felt as I have,
one voice crying loud
in the crackling static?
Unheard as one
closer to the voice of none.
Let’s not forget
it’s not just I,
it’s us here, together,
and anyone else who
is willing to be bad
to do some good,
to say you do have a voice,
you will be heard,
beyond the lies
that tell us
not to scream our battle cries.
If you’re new,
or if you’re old,
a kid with a pen
barely four years old,
face it all with spirit and might—
you are not alone in your fight,
you are not alone in your fight!

When I met her
the flowers gave me my lines,
my world rippled new colors,
and words called to me
from the sun, moon, and stars.

When things happen
that shake us to our core
                time stops
             we age—
         we grow stagnant

cardinals become caged mid-flap
in a world of stillness,
though the heat of summer climbs
the stove dials,

and though we try to push
                                         pull
                                       tug
                                         pry
                            the hands
                 of the clock,
  we are frozen as arctic glaciers
       in the moment of our undoing.

Crystal gusts whistle—
fox paws print icy gravel
by evergreen pines