Xanadu
 

I remember my mother sitting like this her tired eyes boring holes into the sheetrock

The yellow fruit that brings Potassium— Cherish it or not, it will end. Remember the good times, not the bad. Remember the sweet smells, not

Your glow at dawn is the invitation of life, love and prosperity, however your ascension brings nothing but misery. The illumination of your

Constantly being hated Never wanting to be seen to make it Always being put down Called a terrorist or a bomber What could I do? Destiny

I let insults fly and hit me like pebbles, tiny terrible wounds and welts bubbled on my skin I never raised my arms up to protect my face,

I see, hear, think about, and feel you everyday. Your presence is always dreadful, like a lightning bolt slammed down by Thor’s mighty hamme

Thoughts in the brain are like roots attached to trees. No matter how long the bark

Reflections in ice, clouded by flurries as my coat shifts in the storm. The street is white, barren, a holiday dream. It’s left uncelebrated

My brain is silent when I need it to produce poetic lines to fulfill my final year of high school english class. Poetry pictured in my hea

Standing ready to release all my anguish As the rain beats upon my head, the whole Weight of the world — damning — If not to drive me to ins