Rain Falls Through the Roof 

*This is the first draft of a story I am working on for my Fiction Writing class at my University. It has been workshopped and I confused almost the whole class with it. I’m hoping to post the revised copy soon. Yet, in the mentime I really want one person to say, “Hey I think…

spilling red waves

Her tears fall down from heaven in streams, my shame eats at my soul. Please, oh please, forgive this daughter of yours, mother, while I try working hard for a new day. Hear my cries and end the streams, of this never-ending sorrow. I promise to wake up soon, one day, never spilling red waves…

Just Trippin’

get out of bed: trip on my rug walk in the kitchen: trip on the cat go to the car: trip over feet walk in a door: trip on a seem talk to a man: trip on my tongue try carrying bags: trip on a root need to stop trippin’: gonna start screaming!

Poem: What lies we wish were truth

Every day I wish upon a lie to be a truth, yet in this way I know, as from the start, I’ll never be with you. Empty promised words upon trembling lips in heat will never measure up to empty cold limbs beneath the bedding and the sheets. Alone and cold will be my life…