Poetry Month


This kid is super cute. Must be the emblem on his chest.



Awe Inspiring.

Where is my superman?

Does he exist in this age of Technology

And Spewers of hate and doubters?

Or has he disappeared

as the dinosaurs have?

Is he a mythical beast like the unicorns?

Show me where he is.

A tiny glimmer is all I ask for.




Poetry On Empty

I was once aware of more

than what I currently am.

I imagined wings could take me

anywhere I dreamed.

Maybe it is a dream

I remember.

One where I could be

this person I see in the mirror.

A reflection of who I am.

Someone not bent on being

what society demands.

Someone not tied to this world.