You have a story

A tale to tell

A life with moments

Trees filled with leaves


Making a beautiful picture

You have a story

A life to share

Maybe its clay

Molding you

Maybe it containes glass

Or a shattered mirror

I don’t mind the parts

That are hard or unpleasant

They are part

Of you

You have a story

I want to hear

And listen

And watch your words

Describing your life

I want to wait to hear your


And learn




Lovely life




Tell me your story

For I want to hear





Say congrats to the crown

The jeweled prince

Has become a King

Or so he thinks

But a king wears a

Heavy crown

An oh so heavy crown

That need a structure or a system

To hold it

Luckily for him

I am here

His advisor

His adversary

I mean, confidant

I will help the sweet

Prince make his move

And move those makers

Who tried to overthrow


I mean, him

The prince

I mean, king

His royal majesty

I will be there through

All the times

Dark and bitter

Light and peaceful

The two cents that I

Will give

Will change the course of


But none will recognize that

It was my hand at work

The prince is now king

And I am still the puppeteer

A master at feigning simple

Simple minded devil

Some have tried to be rid

Of me

In this royal court

But little so they know

I am the puppeteer that

Allowed them here

People whisper that I am


But I will kiss the royal hand

And bend my knee

Then who can dispute

Such loyalty?



To the Royal King



To Me

Panic: A short story

It seemed like a good idea at the time

To bust around

Flipping tables and

Smash furniture

I can’t remember giving

The police my name

But at some point

I must have

Because all the sudden

My mother was

Screaming at me

In the mall cafeteria

How dare you behave like this!

This isn’t how I raised you!

I stopped my smashing

And thrashing to

Blankly stare at

The woman in front of


In that moment of

Pause, I regained

Part of my sanity

And started to cry

How did I become like


Who am I?

Who looked back at me

In the mirror this


The mall police took

My stopping as a sign

Of resolve and

Stepped closer in

My mother ran to

Me and hugged me


Forcing my arms to

My sides

So I couldn’t move


At that same moment

She hit my wrist

And something thudded

To the floor

A soda can,maybe?

I heard shouts

From all directions

As my face

Became smothered in

My mother’s


Who knew you could revert back

To childhood so easily?

As a sob left my mouth

My mother whispered

This is not how I raised you



Sweet sappy stuff

Bees spend all their

Lives making for winter

Sticky to touch

Yummy to taste

Honey, I love you

I love you, honey

I think she meant

It for the


We walked together out of

The cafeteria

Glass and wood

About me

Like a jigsaw puzzle

Someone didn’t finish

I looked down

And saw the

Thing I had been holding

Drew my breath in

It wasnt a soda can

Or even a knife

It was a Barbie doll

With her

Arms stretched high

In the sky

As if to say

“This is not how I raised you


I’ve always hated bees

Story:rainy encounter 

I do not remember how we met

Or why we crossed paths

That evening

In the summertime

In the rain

My hands free about me

For I did not carry an umbrella 

You passed me by 

But turned

And offered me shelter

We both headed toward the glass doors

You grabbed the handle

As I said 

Thank you

I glanced at your eyes

To see gold sparkles

And fire cast browns 

In your beard

It took me by surprise 

That a gentleman 

Could be so handsome 

But a passing thought was all that

I allowed myself to give

For I knew lust could creep into my heart 

You said

Your welcome

In a calming way

That made my insides tense and shiver

I turned to leave

For staring would be impolite


You said

Do you work in this building?

I turned on my heel 

With a swish of the fabric

Faced the man tall and strong


I work here

But only on Wednesdays and Fridays

As a receptionist for the buisness on the 

Third floor

He met my eyes

Looked into my soul

And I in his

He offered

Allthough its crummy weather today

Why dont we meet here again sometime 

and enjoy a real walk outside

I work here everyday

In the buisness on the second floor

I took a moment

Considered my options

Who knew this would happen today?

What if he was a creep?

But I decided to have faith in humanity

And let the norms of society 

Proceed as usual


I said

I would like that very much.

How can I get in touch with you?

He smiles as me

With creased eyes and lips 

Hidden behind a warm blanket beard

I will give you my phone number

And we can chat soon

I didnt know if I should

Shake his hand

Or squeeze it tight

But in time

I told myself

The memories we share

Will allow for me to touch your

Eyes and kiss your lips

My hopeful friend


Here is the start of a story I wrote. What do you think?

Looked Through


She paced the floor of her bedroom…

“That is how I wanted the story to start Jennie” said Fear. “But you know, I think that it will make more sense for there to be a more dramatic opening.”

More like a dramatic closing, I thought.

“Can we be done with this? I am tired and I want to go home.”

“Jennie!” Fear sighed “its always about what you want, isn’t it. Can’t we do something that I want to do? Isn’t there any joy for you in participating in things that I love?”

I glanced at Fear as though I hadn’t heard her. I knew it would make her angry but I didn’t care. I no longer wanted to be stuck in this room with just a chair and a computer. I no longer wanted to try and pretend that I was interested.

“You know; it would be nice to have you listen once in a while” Fear turned back to her computer. My glance had done the trick. She was annoyed and not she would want me to leave. “Just leave Jennie”

Without even a goodbye, I slipped on my shoes and grabbed my backpack. Life needed living and it wasn’t happening with Fear.

“I’ll be back by curfew” I said mockingly to Fear as I left her apartment. Gosh the cool fresh air felt nice. I felt as though I could breathe again. Not that I wasn’t breathing before but now it felt more real. I walked down the stairs of the building and hit the sidewalk with a run. I didn’t need to run but I wanted race myself. Push myself farther. I passed a sign for a coffee shop. The neon green read open. Just as I passed the window, a person pushed open the front door to the shop and I stumbled into them. They were holding coffee in their hands and looking down at their phone. I was looking at the sign and running too fast to care.

“Goodness! You’re moving fast, aren’t you?” the man said. “Luckily, my coffee didn’t spill”. I grunted a “Yes” and glanced up. Of course he would care if his coffee spilled. You bougie scum. My glance was met with nothing as the man had already moved away and started looking at his phone. Because this guy stopped me, I entered the shop out of spite to some weird karma game I was playing in my head. I ordered a small coffee and sat down. Now that I wasn’t moving I had time to think about what I needed to do.

My mind wandered from making a to-do list about other more interesting and engaging things. What would I look like with blue hair? How long will it take me to re-read the Harry Potter series? Can I have powers just like in the Airbender series?

My eyes were staring in the distance and suddenly I saw movement that pulled me from my internal daze.