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My parents loved me so passionately that Words alone were never enough For them a hands on approach Was more appropriate I realized later That when I was being hit My parents were just trying to reach out But, they were doing it in an ignorant way I forgave them As children they too Were…

Ever since we were young We were told to act certain ways, during certain times Like children in church Parents tried desperately to keep us entertained with silly putty and coloring books They knew it was grueling, because we told them it was As kids we had the power of speaking our minds openly. Not…

As we incessantly look outward Our judgmental eyes wander The chameleon and I Waiting for social clues Finding out what’s taboo Culture illustrates what to do Green, red, brown or blue Always changing Depending on you Camouflage is our skill Second nature Not a thrill Bodies never Show inner will After all We are just…

Everyone knows how it is going to end And yet… People fear it People keep it afar In nursing homes and hospitals To make it less real Conversations about it Are uncomfortable Deemed morbid and inappropriate I find it interesting that people respond differently To the questions: 1.) What do you live for? 2.) What…

I love the way you… Express yourself authentically Stand up for what you believe in Want the best for yourself and others Always want to cuddle I love the way you make me feel… Loved Supported Listened to Safe I hope this love poem… Brings your lips into a smile Blushes your cheeks with passion…

Scale 1. Strongly disagree 2. Disagree 3. Neither agree or disagree 4. Agree 5. Strongly Agree Relax 1 2 3 4 5 Listen 1 2 3 4 5 Smile 1 2 3 4 5 Push yourself 1 2 3 4 5 Go for walks 1 2 3 4 5 Appreciate life 1 2 3 4…

My brother and I Spent a great deal of our youth At Eric’s and Ashley’s house Eric Being my best friend at the time and Ashley His tattle tail younger sister Oh the fun we would have! Playing games with our imagination With fake rifles with orange tips Booby traps made of string in the…

During a beautiful spring day I sit down to ponder if We as a society are correct About the concept of time Think about it We use time everywhere It is one of the few concepts Accepted on a world wide level But what if we had it all wrong! Ironically I set my alarm…

Internal chatter begins Awareness fades Eye lids spring open Light drenches retinas Vision shakes Focuses on everything Chatter becomes a train of thought Without a track Lead by a sadistic conductor Nature and the shower call simultaneously With promises of release and warmth The sheets are pulled back Like the banana that gets eaten later…

At the time he was one of my father’s closest friends. My namesake was tragically killed in a motorcycling accident during his twenties. Because of this man, motorcycles scare me and I have never ridden one. I share my middle name with my father And even though I did not like him I cannot refute…