ANGEL (8/2/11)

ANGEL is what we call her.

no other word-no other name-

could begin to describe how hard she must fight.

she fights for what others take for granted.

ANGEL is her calling.

she's small and beautiful

and nobody could ever take away her shining smile.

not even her life-threatening diseases.

ANGEL is what she is.

she walks among the broken.

how lucky we are to have such a picture perfect image

of innocence in a true child.

she is an ANGEL because

she fights without fists.

she is an ANGEL because

she lives without bitterness.

she is an ANGEL because

she loves without expectations.

HoPE is on the way, sweet ANGEL.

For my mommy About my grandfather (6/16/11)

As you guys drifted

apart from each other, she

beat herself up for

not being enough

of a good daughter for you.

It killed her inside.

After all these years

and she's still a daddy's girl.

But now its too late.

So now I ask you,

what were you thinking about

as your last breath slipped

from your pale lips?

Did you see her in the back

of your mind? Did you

weep as you realized

you won't see her anymore?

How about when you

knew she couldn't call?

Even in death, were you cold

and heartless? She cried

for you. Several years

of pain now bubbling up.

I wish you could see

the kind of woman

you raised. But you won't ever

see it and that's your

loss. So many have

suffered from the issues you

caused in her lifetime:

mistrust, caution, and

insecurity. How can

a parent push their

child away as

you did so easily? One

thing I will always

do is show her that

you made a lethal mistake.

I'm sorry you had

to leave, but one day

she will know it was you know

made this happen. It

hurts her right now to

have to bear this burden, but

she'll be strong again.

Dearest Friend: Haiku/Letter (6/16/11)

To my dearest friend,
You've been there through everything.
Sometimes I wonder


how I was lucky
enough to find you out there.
I know through thick and


thin, you'll support me.
I don't always know hot to
show my gratitude.


But here are my words
to you: Thanks for all of our
terribly great times!

The Boy That Lived (6/16/11)

seven epic books
take him through adolescence
make Rowling a star
Dumbledore taught him
Professor Snape hated him
Harry Potter was famous
he's the Number One
Undesirable-bad guys
want to capture him
waving magic wands
avoiding Lord Voldemort
its hard to be him
Harry Potter lives
with a lightning bolt-shaped scar
that rests on his face
he's the boy who lived
orphaned as a small child
he's legendary

The Words That Hide Me (6/15/11)

The heart asks for what
the eye catches. But what if
you're too scared to act?


We want to spend time
together. But we share words.
This is all we give.


As we plan to meet
again, the butterflies start
fluttering wildly.


Its true that you make
me nervous, which is why I
hide behind my words.


I promise someday
I will come out from behind
the words that hide me.

The end of high school (6/15/11)

High school
       seems to have gone by in such a blur;
       where did those three years go?
One moment,
       you're having a blast with your friends
       cheering at your first football game.
The next,
       you're walking across a stage to the sound
       of your future calling your name.
You think
       your parents know nothing, yet you
       depend on their caretaking abilities.
High school
       is the last four years of a true childhood,
       so why not take a few chances?
Live it
       up while you can.
You only
       have one life to live...and this is no rehearsal.

Love Haikus (6/15/11)

take a chance on love
let go of pain and anger
make up for lost time


kiss my lips softly
whisper promises til dusk
hold me in your arms


love's a fairytale;
not one everybody gets.
that's fine, i have you.


as thunder trembles
you kiss her forehead goodnight
trace her inner thigh