Before I was not yours and clearly
your ahead of some temporarily, corrupt all and any soul owned
with disallowance, all and any soul unbothered will,
struggle –
Awful abyss
Category: Student Work (Page 1 of 4)
My Brother at 3 A.M.
BY NATALIE DIAZ
He sat cross-legged, weeping on the steps
when Mom unlocked and opened the front door.
O God, he said. O God.
Remember what it was like to be high?
And not on what ifs and jitters?
Back when you were more than a mosh pit of feelings
Of nothingness
and raindrops
The warm embrace cradled her body
to the steady tempo of the sunrise
Never a struggle,
not a single beat skipped
it seemed to come so natural to you
Clenching
Blissful ignorance, blind to the world and what horrors await
Encased in a cocoon, shielded from the thorns and venomous vipers
A permanent smile stitched onto one’s face, accessorized by
Many unfamiliar faces of friends from an online game
The cold breeze that comes rushing in during every step of the way
The voices of people laughing and singing during
Under the hot sun succumbed by the smell of fresh cut grass
The sound of garage doors opening and closing,
birds chirping, dragon flies lying around the sky,
close enough
1. Playing house I was adopted
2. or the dog
3. I understood
4. They made me the wild creek
between Class Clown & Most Unique
5. The chocolate ________
Water
the plants. Drink
plenty of water.
Don’t hear
the news. Get
bored. Complain
about the weather.
Keep a corkscrew
in your purse.
Swipe right
sometimes.
Don’t smile
unless you
I am free with the following conditions.
Give it up gimme gimme.
Okay so I’m Black in America right and I walk into a bar.
I drink a lot of
Blood Ode
fat girl nicks herself shaving in the shower,
resents the water that will carry her
blood to sea. Blood, worthless currency,
cannot buy a country but becomes it,
