I want to empower others with my writing. I have always dreamed of seeing my name, on something.
Should I compare fig trees to a summer day? A two seater bike, hidden in grass chain guard off, driveway downward latitude:
Mendes with “z”
C’allate la boca! (Shut your mouth!) I am not one to leave someone behind If you need to sit in silence Mendes with a “z”
Mom Says: Farm Animals go Inside
Growing up, with a mom as a RN. She would assist doctors bringing life into the world. “In my work, I can’t make mistakes, if I do, it could be someone’s life...” My mother has said this statement, for the last twenty plus years.
My Augusts’ eyes are nothing like the sea; Clear skies are far more bluer than his eyes green; If cotton candy be blue, why then his nipples be black tea;
Quit fronting, like everything you embody is gold, I can see the wear of brass rusting holes through your character
Given the chance:
Bright as a yellow beach umbrella Oh, symbolic rainbow illusory of high hopes, REALITY childhood bonds fade- Memories a prism, projected in flustered teardrops—
Aloofness and Cloudscape:
Aloofness breaking through the clouds of conformity I, resilient as a fogbow- My courage draws attention Like a arrow through a single
You came into my dreams, transparent, as raindrops No clout- When your legs feel like jello, crawling up stairway