Kids running down the street
Kids laughing and smiling.

The neighbors look outside with a big smile
We play catch, soccer, football and tag,
What a beautiful neighborhood.

As you see people grow up, people change.
There's no more screams no more laughing.

The neighbor stays silent
I look around and all I see is the streets being empty
I miss the good old days.

Everything is different even people are different.
That's life but that's not the life I want to look back to and
tell my little love ones.


Evelin Geronimo

he won't shut up
when he's around
he wants to write everything
keeps on formulating phrases
hallucinating
couches into flying carpets
swearing that he's seen
the ground from the sky

The Poet
we never know what he's doing -
turning black sheep
into heaven
he's stuck on the inside
looking out

The Poet
he won't shut up
but when I really need him
he's no where to be found

when he wants what
he wants
in these poems of his
I know I'll wind up
embarrassed humiliated and forlorn

The Poet
when he's around
he won't shut up
he keeps going on and on

And when he's gone
Silence.