i believe that the people who mean the most to you
are the ones you find on accident

we go looking for who we think we want
but the people we meet by chance are the ones we connect to most

that's what i find to be true

look for love in places you'd least expect it
and it will come to you

I decided to ride the slide sideways

Letting my feet hang over

And one edge guide my neck

I went straight down for a second or two

But with my eyes to sky
I didn't worry

Rather, I just enjoyed the view

Some writing on a wall
That's all
Nothing to see here so you can just move along
Paint on concrete, or maybe even laden bricks
A ghetto magnum opus sending a message to those walking along, familiar with spray paint cans clicks

Just another death here, nothing to see here keep it moving
So many young ones die in my city, despite the lambasting and berating of various communities.
Another life cut tragically short

It's just....


How many times must we hear that phrase before we shove it back down their throats?

She likes to blow up balloons
Matching the colors
to fit her mood
From envious greens
to the saddest of blues
Sits in a corner
blowing  balloons

From runaway yellows
to angry reds
All of the colors
leaving little left said
Blowing balloons
to the thoughts in her head
Till there are no feelings left

a fear that
lives in the
mirror of
tomorrow;
that shatters
when I live
at the present
with you.

*-qyf

He's a gypsy soul
Known for leaving
If anyone ever made him want to stay it was her
But his gypsy soul wouldn't let him go
So he let her go instead

No need
for valentines

She wears
men's hearts
like pendants

it will always hurt
that you'll never see me
like you see her

which, i think, makes no sense
because it is obvious
that
one of us loves you more

*{r.s.}