I ask, is this right?

Should I continue my dream?

Breathe, just chase your dreams

We sit looking at flowers

The cherry blossoms falling

The wind pushing them to us

It’s the best season

I ran through the park on a warm summer day. Days,

that used to feel warm and bright. Bright

sun rays showered me. Me,

the girl who laughed and played. Played,

with toys and other kids. Kid,

I am not a kid anymore. More

time passes day by day. Days

are no longer as warm as before. Before,

when I used to smile without a care in the world. The world,

that has put expectations on me now that I’m older. Older,

and no longer that child. That child,

that I left behind.

Around and Around and Around

I twirl an earthy colored straw

Rippling a soft rosy surface.

I chose a window seat as I 

Always do, tentative to the world

Outside this homely cafe and 

Eager to see a sign of you

It’s a bit late, but you’ll come through.

Excitement just isn’t the word

Zest. Euphoria. Trepidation?

All of it rushes around my body.

I’m impatiently patient 

And my straw circles my drink faster

Clinking loudly against stiff cubed ice

I had wanted to wait for you

But curiosity overcomes me

And I take my first sip of pink

An explosion of tartness bursts

From the tip of my straw and twists

And turns on my tongue quenching 

My seemingly invisible thirst

I push the drink away fearing the worst

The drink and I sweat as we wait tensely 

a few droplets pooling under 

The cool cup’s rounded base

Did something come up?

Did you change your mind?

Did I come at the wrong time?

Questions permeate my brain

Until I feel my phone buzz and hope wane

“Sorry, I got caught up in something.”

It’s not quite frustration 

As I down the rest of my pink lemonade

And try to reschedule this again

Alone with my brain, 

was never the trouble

being alone doesn’t cause pain.

Alone with my brain, 

makes the truth run through my veins 

letting me see through the rubble.

Alone with my brain, 

was never the trouble.

Dodoitsu Form

Memories in that big house,

Wooden walls painted with crimson

From bloodied, shredded scuffle

Evil brotherhood.

Those old memories

Hide behind my shaky teeth

Stapled to my tongue