The cold winter air is coming in brutally the brutal cold sends everybody home
My warm cozy bed
Snuggled up With stuffies in the bed
Stuffies are the best
When I touched a basketball for the fiirst time, I knew
I was going to love the game called basketball.
The jumpshot, the people in the stands, coaching,
leadership, and the fast pace of the game.
Elbow in, follow the shot through when shooting,
flick your wrist, and watch the ball fall in the rim.
In the spring,
The leaves start growing,
The air gets clear,
Which means summer is near,
The sun stops hiding,
The birds start chirping
I’m thankful for family
great friends
people who care about me
An education
that will help me get
as smart as Einstein
Love, why are you so complicated?
Whenever I feel you, I don’t know how to say that I do.
When I try to express you, the words leave my mouth with each nerve-wracking breath.
When I have nothing to do,
you could say that I’m like an apple rotting.
I’m as bored as a seagull sitting all day who can’t
catch a fish.
Happiness is when I am with my friends and they make
me laugh.
Happiness is when I eat ice cream.
It’s like a party in my mouth.
it’s mysterious but my mind came across your mind and it was broken up and you couldn’t think.
fear shouldn’t be “left alone” or ignored. it should be controlled before it controls you.
She was from Chicago, but was this where she belonged?
Her name was She, and she wanted to go
To the place she always dreamed of
A place she called home
Chicago nurturing a baby can lead to many outcomes
Raising two kids was a handful, and you did it with pride, grit, and sheer determination.
You showed me that life is a place where the wind breezes by easy and the sun glares down on us
Dear Younger Me,
There’s something that you don’t know.
Something that our parents haven’t told you about: you have autism.
She will come on the first day
and ask your heart if it wants to move in with her
You will crawl inside of her chest
bring all of your belongings
And She will say
make yourself at home
Tangled hair everywhere
My hair
Full of curls
A nice dim brown
Fly, fly, is what they say to each other
Dancing Tango all over me
I will always be here,
right by your side
remember I am always near
when the bull bites
don’t hesitate to stay silent,
I am from colorful clothes,
From cinnamon and garlic.
I am from the land of mud that smells like home, the land that is cultured.
The home which sounds like families, the sounds of kids that make me feel better.
I am from the banyan tree and from jasmine.
If wonder was something
what would it be?
Would it be a flaming dragon
or calm as the sea?
Imagine if a dragon had all in one.
The story of the dragon of wonder
begins here.
I remember the fearful sound of my mom’s voice on the day of my first swim meet.
I remember my dad’s worn out red jeep.
I remember the smell of my grandparent’s warm, sweet empanadas.
I remember...
Opened Books
They live in a case
A story waiting for life
To be opened