Doodling Heart

I drew a heart in my notebook,
another on my hand,
sculpted one with play dough,
and drew on in the sand.

formed one with my hair tie,
traced one with my toes,
all the while just hoping,
that our relationship grows.

~is this poem incredibly cheesy??????~

VA Tech

If acceptance replaced,

33 slim silver bullets,

the world would be,

33 times better.

and if his ammo was forgiveness,

and the trigger understanding,

and if 32 young adults,

knew hurt and loneliness,

66 mothers and fathers,

wouldn't be left crying tears of regret,

wondering,

why?

Music

Rhythms swim through my head,

as fractured verses imbed themselves in my mind,

my stability begins to wander the moment I hear the first beat.

The notes are magnetic.

I'm drawn to them,

as the lyrics whisper unknown feelings to my heart,

So I just keep listening.