I remember how I cried When they cut down Our tree.

I dislike nothing more than Philosophy. How lazy.

Listening to you sleep, I’m in grace. Each breath a prayer. Every rustle a litany. You don’t know how loud you are

Flurries in India: Nothing’s impossible If life is a string Pulling me along.

I often cajole myself Into crying, But I refrain. I know I’ll never stop.

Winter is getting worse. Is there no justice In my punishment Brought about by my peers? I yearn to burrow in warm dirt

Courage was not letting your broth… But preferring to die From their snide remarks Which shadow prejudice’s unkind da… What happened when they grew up?

The devil’s in my midst.

So stealthily I lead: Touching green, Seeing rocks below me. I’m gulping pride Because I know life is

Like Augustus, I fear oblivion When I should pass.

It’s over. It’s okay. The parting is such sorrow And relief. It hurts like a crushing force,

Mark, I miss you, And I love you. Each day is lost Without you.

I ran from you all my life. I’ve had problems, But that doesn’t make it right.

A tree fell in the park last night… I didn’t hear it go. The innards smelled of peppermint, And I felt the crumbling dirt Turn into ash in my hand.