Do It! Pen Pal Poem

Dear Dead Roses on Pacific Oceans,

The way you drift on glossy waters

as if your soul appears to be alive

is by far magnificent.

 Watching you float towards,

Un-heavenly paradise makes

Six gill sharks frightened.

 

Dear dead roses on Pacific Oceans.

Mommy thinks you’re losing it.

But I fathom your intention span.

Tell your buddies their welcomed

in my sandcastle. Even if there’s

only room for two.

 

 

Sincerely your sister.

20 Things I Did

20 Things I Did

I worshipped the ground you stood on.

I worshipped the oxygen you inhaled every day.

I worshipped the time you spent trying to find who you are, for yourself.

I worshipped the aura you gave off when your presence was present,

I ……. worshipped you.

I worshipped the sun’s reflection from your side face.

I worshipped the process you took to get over an obstacle.

I worshipped the distance you provided.

I worshipped the absence you had in your heart.

I …… worshipped you.

I worshipped the height of your body.

I worshipped the reflection in the mirror.

I worshipped the pain you allowed yourself to go through.

I worshipped the pride you had when others seen none in you.

I ……. worshipped you

I worshipped the dreams you dreamed,

I worshipped the thoughts you thought.

I worshipped the style you choose,

I worshipped the meanings behind each tattoo

I ……. worshipped you.