The ocean waves lap over the shore
crashing into the little girl sitting there
her arms crossed over her legs,
hands clasped
her hair in messy waves down her back
a big purple bow holding parts of it together
She sings a sweet tune
of love and beauty
The sun sets in the west
creating a soft glow of deep orange
and light pink
her blonde hair glowing like fire
in the shadow of the setting sun
Her hands dip into the water
creating a ripple in the now still water
She watches as the ripple spreads
like a fire does when oxygen is added
The stars peep out from under the sparsely placed clouds
and the moon casts a peaceful glow on the girl
illuminating a small smile
splayed out on the little girl’s face
As her hand wiggles in the cool water
a small fish starts to nibble on her finger
A laugh bubbles up from her throat
creating a sound like small bells tinkling
Just then her mother calls
she gets up
her yellow dress crinkled from sitting on it
and she walks up to the house
where her mother stands, arms outstretched
the love clear on her face
and all she knows in that moment
is that this love is all she’ll ever need.

her naked body
splayed across her bed
arms wrapped against his lean muscular body
breathing in sync
exhale, inhale
body against body
the glass wall now broken
shattering barriers between them
collecting their uncertain love
fusing them together as one
a love unbroken;
solidified,
now has formed
every move he makes
like nothing she's ever experienced
left afterwards to rest
against his body
head against his heart
thumping, fast
then slowing down
like a butterfly wing's flutter
when sleep enfolds him in its arms
and comforts him, simultaneously as she,
oh how that night felt
with him
and oh how she misses
his once undying love,
because that night
and that burning love
has now turned to embers
and blown away with the gusts of wind,
never to be seen again
yearning to be with him
she knew that night meant forever
a bond to never be broken
but he didn't seem to realize this
and broke everything they ever had
like a crack in a line
a hole in a heart
and now scattered embers
blow across the earth
never to be ignited again

Young love,
thinking of
school work,
mean jerks
bullying the weak
drugs freak
parents out
teens pout
for money needed
friends pleaded
no more drinks
before they sink
into amnesia
hospitals induced anesthesia
sneaking out
into the moon’s set route
driving fast
to forget the past
late nights
a city’s lights
shining bright
as friends fight
a good mentality
for the harsh brutality
of our society
creating too much anxiety
for the teens
of a world in between
We are the kids
our parents warned us about
because parents forbid
and teens run out.

I was a dreamer
who dreamed many dreams
a dreamer who wrote
with a pencil and paper
instead of an illusionary
paint brush and canvas
I would sit for hours staring at my paper
dreaming of words that swirled about
creating clouds filled with rain,
pouring down on the earth
but only a few drops would even touch me
for a wind resembling mind block,
shooed the words away
while simultaneously hailing
on someone else’s mind
collecting and soaking up all the wonderful words
that were supposed to be for me
and me alone
But a dreamer never stops dreaming
no matter the circumstances
a broken heart for instance
or an interval of inability to write
can never stop the dreams of a writer,
for long,
at least
Heart break and ache have
found me once again
and the few rain droplets of words
that have so stingily fallen on my mind
have yet to hinder my love to dream
for writing is my passion
and one true love.