Stars and Snowflakes


Creative Writing

One Day

One day
I’m going to be
And no one
Is going to stop me


Lost and Found

Lost and found
When I find
A piece of me,
I lose one
In return.

Present to Past

Time runs
And we chase it,
Open hands
And hungry eyes,
Until lazy minds
Erase it,
Fill the gaps
With wishful lies.


It’s a sickness
And a sadness,
That lonely desperation,
With the jealousy
And melancholy
It breeds.

Despite advice,
All my suggestions
To improve your situation,
You stay immobile,
Wrapped in pity as
It feeds.

Two Roads

One paved by machine,
Lined by flowers, neat and pristine.
Succumb to the tameness.
Become a victim of their sameness.

The other has a history
Of taking travelers, full of bravery,
Through twists of uncertainty
To meet either doom or destiny.

The Neighborhood

Smoky skies
Songs on repeat
Cracks in the pavement
Holes in the street
Broken plastic playsets
In weed-filled backyards
Shaky folding tables
Abandoned playing cards
Days become years
Time passes too fast
Too many generations
Trapped by the past


Now is the time,
Not in a moment,
Not soon or later or eventually.
Now is the time
For anything that has been
Or will be.
Now is the time
To bring things to a close,
To make peace
With the path that you chose.
Or else,
Now is the time
To change it all,
To make the leap
And fly
Or fall.

Original Skin

Inner peace is a blessing,
Granted or won.
It’s a pipe dream for some.
With luck, it could become
Part of our fabric,
Woven in,
And we might wear the calm
As if
It’s our original skin.


With a new place
Comes the opportunity
To be
A newer me,
To uncover
Another layer
Of identity
And discover
More facets
Of who I’m meant to be.

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