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!

Alone within a crowd of 30

In halls and lines with masses mixed and twined, I am alone. In the theater, with crowds growing and filling to the max, I am alone. In the school and at the museum with excitement in the air, I. Am. Alone. Alone in my home with six others near… Alone in my car with two people here……

I want to be the stranger starring back at me

See that girl there in the mirror? The one starring back at me, All smiles and confidence, with sass in her eyes? Who is she? Where’s she from?  She looks so happy and carefree I want her to be me! I want the love she must have and joy she radiates, I want to laugh,…