Xanadu
 

Streets I’ve seen before Nature walks through my hometown Breathes new life within Streets that you’ve seen a billion times before can...

Graceful punch through wall Thick white goop bury the hole, Concealing anger. How many holes could it have taken for someone to create...

Our minds never sleep. Thoughts, a river,  never still Unveiling secrets. Why do dreams exist? Are they happening because it is...

Black, white, calico Sleeping on open sun grass, At night prowl around. What do they do all day? When I’m at school or home? I see them...

A star on my sleeve. We walk through time. So hated yet we stay strong — why? Why do groups of people get targeted? It goes all the way...

The ribbons and string. Worn out and broken to threads. So perfectly fit. Sometimes I wonder if anyone appreciates Pointe Shoes. Every...

Between book pages, petals flatten, imprinting nature’s silent prose. Nature is known for its constant change. Flowers start as seeds....

Five, seven, five counts Of poem I can’t quite grasp. Beauty in restraint Sometimes without rhyme, but supposedly with reason. Serving as...

Marvelous array Of colors and shapes flourish. One eye is intrigued. People often announce that the best things come in threes. In some...

Keeping a fast pace Watching the leaves trickle down. The mile is nature. Running is a sanctuary. An escape from reality. Any issue, any...