Stargaze

I found this sitting in my emails when looking for something else! Whoops! This is 4 years old, but still provides awesomeness. Enjoy!

Go take a look at the road

To see what on earth is going on ahead of you

It's so new like never before

With the innovation at its finest

While showing all of your true power

Please don't go

Into the path 

Known as conformity

And don't fall asleep within your own mind

Just take a look at what's inside

That's just the way you will thrive!

(small guitar interlude)

Never ignore

The thoughts within your heart

From the start

They're all yours

Like the pride within a lion's golden mane

Go journey on the forbidden road

Display all the joy in the world

Climb up that incline

That's as steep as a mountain

The finish line is right there in front of you

Just sprint across that line

It's so divine

You will be fine!

(another small guitar interlude)

Take a look around you

And smell those flowers

They're right there in front of your face

Because you're able to stargaze

The empty sky is yours to design

Don't fill your canvas with cloudy days

Your goal is there, it is there, it is really right there

Don't let it slip away

Or flutter on past you

Into the abyss

Go ahead and strike a pose

And never be afraid to stargaze!

Shout your heart out

Towards the sun and the stars

Try not to let the wind go into your head

It will cloud you like a tornado

Just step in time and keep a clear mind

Stress is like a vampire

That's ready to eat you alive

It will infest through your veins

Provoking panic and fear

While tears of sorrow drip down your face

(filled with fear)

Hold on… 

Stop right there and stay dead in your tracks

It is the man who's here to douse you with some ease!

So chill 

While trying to lack insanity

You need to fight on all those goddamn fears

And don't freeze in tears

Now try to go ahead and stand tall

Just live for the moment and stay alive!

(another small guitar interlude wheeeee!)

Take a look around you

And smell those flowers

They're right there in front of your face

Because you're able to stargaze

The empty sky is yours to design

Don't fill your canvas with cloudy days

Your goal is there, it is there, it is really right there

Don't let it slip away

Or flutter on past you

Into the abyss

Go ahead and strike a pose

And never be afraid to stargaze!

Take a breath around here!

Look at what's all around you!

Instead of mindlessly leaving

You need to go and start moving!

And hopefully not envision any negativity 

So be strong! 

To enable yourself to live life to all its fullest

Just don't break down

Your goal is there, it is there, it is really right there

Chase it with everything you've got within your heart

Stand tall

Be yourself 

And you better not be afraid to stargaze!

How to Paint the World with Extra Color

How do you paint the world with color in a time of grey?

It’s time to take a trip
An adventure in your mind
To taste the rainbow
And activate senses only triggered by magic paper.

When you want to see space,
But can’t physically go to see the stars
In an area of pollution
Where little light is visible
Sprinkle some magic on a piece of paper 1 mm by 1 mm.
Put it under your tongue for lights to come alive!
Use a little extra for your outer perspective to pop!

Sit back
Take a break from reality and go exploring inside your mind,
Let music elevate you
Let video games be elevated
Let your outer reflection guide you into space
But make sure you’re in an ideal mental state,
Otherwise your thoughts will go awry!

When you feel level headed, pop the paper.
Taste nothing and feel everything.
Patience is key.
Wait for the effects to set in or you will go overboard.
Do you want the ship to sink or sail?

The time comes and the mothership will scoop you up and show you the rainbow
And take you to a secret land only available to those with advanced minds.
How do you call the holy ship?
The ship will come to you
Are you ready for the magic carpet ride?

Hide and Seek

Sometimes I feel the need to play hide and seek from myself;
My best friend is my vape pen…

If I’m sad, I’ll hit my pen.
If I’m anxious, I’ll hit my pen.
If I’m anything except on top of the world, I’ll hit my pen.

The sad news is the pain is like a band-aid.
The pain goes away temporarily and comes right back.

I wish someone would help me out of my hiding place,
Even though my hiding place is within.

Why am I hiding in the first place?
I want to be here, but not where I am right now,
Therefore, I place a veil over my heart to not fully expose myself.

When someone special decoded to come in and see through the veil, it makes me want to take it off, even though the veil is crazy glued to me.

Do you actually want to see what’s inside?

Ok fine, you can have it!

I just need to believe in myself and in you while manifesting and acting towards certainty.

Thank you for convincing me to be me and igniting my flame!

I shall remove my veil and get better;
Now I can finally see myself thriving!

Time to put the pen down!

The Man Who Made Me Feel

Why do I always write about you?
Because you’re my boo!

I never thought I’d like anyone again for a long time;
I want you to be my partner in crime,
But first, we need to put in more time!

I have so many adventures planned.
I just need to take a stand on my life
So I don’t keep enduring more strife.
Let’s go on this flight
While never getting in a fight
During our plight towards amazingness!
And I don’t want to miss a beat!

We both march to the beat of our own drum
But don’t worry, we never sound dumb!

We are beautiful beings onside and out
And uniting together makes us even stronger,
Which makes me want to stay for longer!

This is the millionth ting I’ve written about you,
But before I met you I was so blue…

Now we both shine brighter than the sun,
Because you are the bun to my burger…

I hope one day we can take this a step further!

Hopeful

I wish it was easier to make art with a smile than a grimace…

Lately I have been on a streak of lovely occurrences
While hope is in the air.

Every time I think my world is crumbling, I close my eyes and breathe,
And tell myself I am not homeless, in jail, or in the hospital.

I may not be a holiday person,
But I would like to give as much thanks as possible
And not only on Thanksgiving.

I used to feel super alone and distant from those closest to me;
When I opened my eyes and heart and want to share the positivity every day,
People seem to want to stay.

My tribe is my family.
They help me achieve my best self in the name of love and won’t leave through the absolute worst.

On top of it all,
I used to think I was going to be single forever.
Someone told me you will find love when you’re not looking or trying
And BAM there it is… right in front of me in one of the most obvious places.
Love is in the air
I hope I can stay as bright as possible even with this rain cloud above my head.
How will you stay happy, humble, and positive?

I Dream of Dark Chocolate

I’ve been single for so long
But am starting to feel more full.
Being different has held me back,
And has put me ahead of the pack.

There’s a twinkle in my eye that’s so close yet so far
I wish I could jump into my phone screen and see you.
You check all my boxes and aren’t a figment of my imagination
Or a cartoon character.
My time with you is like a vacation…
A vacation from my brain that takes me to a paradise island!

Only time will tell
I hope we never yell
Except at a rave,
Which you will be my babe.

You treat me super well,
Which caused me to raise my standards,
Though you are far from standard!

The last time I wrote a love poem
It was 9.5 minutes long and the person turned out to be Voldemort from Harry Potter.

You are like the blotter I put into my mouth and see stars, the moon, and rainbows.
My eyes, ears, and heart are wide open!
I hope this paper is tasteless,
So I can take my dark chocolate bar and run with it.

Pinch me!
I hope this isn’t another fucking dream…

Bye Bye Base

My childhood house is not a home;
It is the shelter above my head and nothing else.

What is home?
Home is a dwelling place with benefits
Like when you’re playing tag as a child and holding onto the pole at the park deemed as “base”

Base is the only place you’re supposed to fully be safe and immune to harm in the game

Now imagine “base” being removed from tag.
You would be running around endlessly struggling to find freedom until either the round ended or you got a game over…

My home life has never been a positive experience.
The atmosphere is clouded with the spirit of Debbie Downer with a  side of infinite stress and my parents fighting all the time.
I feel like I’m tiptoeing on lit coals with criticism in the background disguised as love being force fed into my mouth.

I’m on a mission to find my voice;
Every time I speak a barrier seems to deflect my purpose and overtake my belonging…

Visions in my head sound off to search for direction but have led me to hell and back

Nowhere feels safe anymore;
What is privacy anyway?

My room and car are subject to search even behind locked doors;
The negative energy overtakes the entire space…

Every waking moment feels like a fight against the shadow monsters with your secret weapon being disabled.
Sadly, it seems like the only way to win the battle is to teach myself to fly and flee to find the escape rope to my freedom…

What would you do if your home was the enemy?

March Onward

What did I do to deserve this life?
The answer is nothing...

No substance can mask the pain.
No exercise is helping any gains.
No beautiful day will help the sun stay.

Running away from home to find solace while spending my time alone,
I look to my windowless room for light only to see glow in the dark stars among the paint-chipped ceiling and rusty pipes shleided by neon lights and a colorful tapestry.

What is home?
It shouldn't be a tearful, bad vibe, or hostile space to receive 5 page-long text messages for lifeing instead of cleaning.

I try to clean the mess but the stains won't hide.

Walking inside I smell the foul air and feel the foul play I'm trying to keep at bay...

Outside of home I'm controlled by a green piece of paper that rules the world.
I want to save some for later but someone always seems to take the last slice.

The world shouldn't be limited to be seen from a screen hiding the true colors,
But if I barely have enough pieces of paper to fill my belly, how can I feed my eyes with the colors of the wind?
I'll paint it myself, of course!

But only this poem and these reflections can help me see light again!

What did I do to deserve this life?
The answer is nothing...
I'm just gonna march onward!

Creepy McCreeperface

Creepy
The antithesis of who I need in my life
Bringing the gross spiders to the table,
Tossing them onto the ground in front of my best friends and I,
Who in turn cringe and run away.

Inside your guts lies the desire to do more than slither on my lap;
You latch onto me, bite, and inject your vicious venom in my heart,
Causing a sharp, lingering pain to ooze throughout my body.

I don’t want you here, you nasty varmin
Go away
Leave me alone
You have no benefit to me except to fulfil your selfish desires;
Chew me up, spit me out, and leave me to be wrapped in other spider webs… and used gum

Creeper McCreeperface
I will squash you like my opponent in a warzone
Just kidding
I’ll use my secret ninja powers, inaudibly scream at how the hell I ended up in this situation again, sneak out the back door when you’re asleep, and run the fuck away!
Bye Bye!

The Girl and the Snake

Being different and being a woman can be a pain sometimes, even back then.
I’m pretty, right?
I wish the right person would notice me,
A hero, a real man, a knight in shining armor
Carrying a sword and a shield in his hands,
Chivalry in his heart
Tell me how beautiful I am,
Take me for a spin in your antique car,
Show me your heart
Turn my pet snake into the furry friend I’ve always wanted.
It would be a dream come true!
So please, please, prince charming, splash some color into my life!
I hope you don’t bite!

Alphabetic Story of my Life

A day in the life of me
Brings joy, adventures, misadventures, and newfound glory.
Craziness is also a factor;
Disasters happen… sometimes!

Everyday's a new day to succeed, but
Failure is also exists.
Gotta git gud, gotta go fast, gotta climb up the ladder.

Here I go! I’m ready!
I strive for every day to make it the best it can be,
Jumping over hurdles, joking around those I interact with.
Kicking ass and taking names is my middle name!
Losing is never an option!

My oh my, what a crazy life I have,
Never a wink of restful sleep,
Or offers of hands or shoulders to lean on, but opportunity will always be on my mind!
Priviledge doesn’t really exist for me, especially now.

Quests are embarked on,
Races are won,
Savages are met with serpents.

Today will be my day, which I constantly tell myself.
Universes will meet where I want and need them to.
Voracious for a win am I.
Winning is my first name!
Xylophone sounds will ring when I reach the top.
You will hear the sound of my name in lights!
Zero chance it won’t happen; one hundred percent chance it will!

Struggle Bus

The struggle is real.
I usually emphasize the desire to thrive,
But now I yearn for the drive to survive.

Fight or flight mode hath been engaged,
As I try not to become enraged.
The only thing keeping me alive is getting high,
But now I understand what being poor feels like; I empathize.

I'm rich in ideas, connections, and will, but lack the currency;
I must get it with utmost urgency...

So this is what being an animal feels like.
The only person you can count on is yourself.
I may be surrounded by a pack,
But no one else has got my back;
The only way to win the battle is to win alone.
It is time to adventure some more into the great unknown!
All while living on a prayer!

All Lives Matter

All lives matter.
Every morning when I check my Facebook news feed,
I see the next person who got shot and killed on Chicago streets,
The next man of color who was murdered by a cop,
The next group of people blown up by bombs or terrorized in another country.
“Oh look, so and so died”, says the next headline!
#alllivesmatter

We are now one nation
Under some higher power
Divisible
With liberty and justice for most
#blacklivesmatter

When a colored man is murdered by police
He becomes a trending hashtag,
Another poor soul being sucked into the flames of society.
Where are we?
Somewhere before the civil rights movement?

People don’t choose to not be of the majority.
Blackness and color come from man made labels to depict being born on the other side of the sun.
The world is a rainbow melting pot,
But interpretation seems to think color is poison
And needs to be annihilated like weeds…

Protest after protest,
People want to murder the police,
Causing violence to multiply like fleas while we eat fear for breakfast every day…

What is the is world coming to?
The news doesn’t have much positive to say.
Magazines like to exploit how many times Taylor Swift broke up with her boyfriend.
Music likes to talk about sex, drugs, and love
Where the same 50 songs are on repeat on the radio.
Individuality is scorned instead of honored.

The constitution says all men are created equal,
A fallacy automatically indicating women are less than men.
What happened to “all humans are created equal”?
We can easily amend a law to make it illegal for women to have abortions,
But acquiring a gun is as easy as buying candy from a candy store.
Then said gun is acquired to remove the rainbows in a gay bar in Orlando
#prayfororlando

The mentally ill are thrown away into the system,
Institutionalized
And turned into a larger monster
To repeatedly be cycled into the system.
The world is a bully except to the top 1 percent white man,
Especially now that we're allowing king bigot to run our sacred country!

If we pledge allegiance to the 50 starred flag,
Why is “texit” the next trending hashtag?
Where are we?
Civil War part 2?

Enough complaining.
How many people would be willing to step in and make a difference
Instead of recording and repeating the problem?

Where is peace?

10 Signs You're Adulting Just Fine

The adult world can be a jungle without a map,
But I can tell you 10 reasons why you and I are doing just fine.

1. After graduating from college and taking ownership of my expensive piece of paper,
I thought I landed my dream job right away.
Little did I know, I'd be riding a sinking ship.
At least I found a life boat and a place to work!

2. Some people are connected to their blood family.
My clan is comprised of a chosen few I genuinely love.
I'm blessed to have a family.

3. Everyone wants to feel like they're a part of something.
It could range from a religious organization to a group of nerds who hit each other with foam weapons;
If I can belong to one of the most outlandish groups out there, you can belong somewhere too!

4. I'd rather be single than in a miserable marriage or have an oops baby and ruin my life. It's fun to be able to dance like Beyonce, waving my hands without a ring on my finger, and be proud of it!

5. I sometimes compare myself to others, especially through social media, but no one around me has their black belt. I'm always aware I can always kick some serious ass!

6. I feel like I need a money management 101 class, which was never taught in school,
But at least I can afford to pay my bills on time!

7. Even if you see other people reaching their dreams before you, you are on your own journey and will reach your goals at your own time! Keep your eyes on the prize! You are worthy of success!

8. Sometimes during these mapless adventures, you reach a crossroad. Difficult decisions and sacrifices will have to be made, but it's all for the gold. Realize and accept these necessary choices and believe in your journey!

9. Don't take small things for granted. If you think you're low on your luck, be blessed you have a roof over your head, a place to listen to art, and the health capacity to be here today.

And 10. If you are alive, you are adulting just fine. Just be thankful for this beautiful life!

Friendship Presents

One way to piss off the friendliest person in the world
Is to call their friends stupid.

People are like pieces of paper.
You can choose to beautify and hold onto them like a sacred prayer scroll,
Or you can use them as gum wrappers and throw them away.

When you reach a certain age,
It becomes time to be more selective with who you want to include in your life,
Especially if you have a history of people treating you less than adequately.

At one point, it was possible to think about being the most popular kid in school
With everyone as your friend,
But would you rather have 100 shards of diamond
Or one large stone?

When people from the past come creeping back and seeking a second chance,
It’s wise to stare with a watchful eye
To ensure no shots are fired.

Recently,
I went to the beercade with my best friends and wanted to revisit an old friend from high school who I hadn't seen in awhile.
We were all going to hang out afterwards,
But an honest mistake and miscommunication happened,
Causing the plans to fail.

He called me from a number I didn’t recognize because his phone battery died.
I asked who’s calling me and he responded with a condescending tone.
Strike 1.
I explained the situation and apologized. He yelled at me and called me stupid.
Strike 2.
I explained the situation a second time with clarification. He called my friends stupid.
Strike 3.
The three strikes and you’re out rule took shape.

I’ve been called stupid enough times for my own good,
But like the protagonist character in the cartoons would say,
“You can hurt me, but you can never hurt my friends”.
And in a flash, I turned into a ghost,
For this person to never find a trace of me.

It is time to put my foot down
As I am done accepting dung wrapped in present boxes from the naysayers.
No one deserves less than love.
Choose your crew wisely!

Wielding Cancer's Shoulders

My life is changing drastically this week, so I guess today is poem day - "Wielding Cancer's Shoulders"! I was listening to Muse's "The Handler" when writing this too!

Dear Cancer,
Fuck you!
I am the reaper of your soul,
The one responsible for tearing you apart.

You have done enough to hurt me in the past;
I must disassociate myself from you.
You are the pain I no longer need!

I am a warrior,
A newly transformed being;
I am becoming one with the universe,
Awakening to the path of balance and enlightenment.

The world is now mine for conquering!

Holding a black belt means I am ready to wield the weight of the world on my shoulders,
Spreading light and positivity to all,
While sprinkling a little bit of fairy dust on everyone to negate the evils.

Oh Cancer,
You will no longer control my life.
My demons have been unsheathed and leashed for wielding at my will.
I am the one to grip your reins now.

Normalcy never exists,
But sanity and wholeness do.
Mental soundness can be attained with control, resilience, and forward marching.
I am not a dog and shall not be caged.

It is time to free myself of this cancer,
The person I don’t want to be,
And no longer am.

A new life is born,
Without a handler.
You will go to hell where you deserve,
And I will raise my freak flags while receiving 5000 points for doing so.

Behold,
The one you spent your life doubting
Is the one standing upon this pedestal on top,
With you on the bottom beneath my feet.

I am free of you,
Fucking Cancer.
I am ready to wield the weight of the world on my shoulders;
Now it is time!

The Tallest Candle on the Tree

And today for my Christmas poetry musings, here's my newest work, "The Tallest Candle on the Tree" - I speak from the unconventional Christmas views and experiences of not really having a blood family to want to talk to, my roommates are with family, my sister is with her boyfriend, I'm off work, etc. Instead of dwelling about being alone on Christmas, I decided to use it as a day to celebrate myself instead (I never grew up celebrating Xmas either). So Merry Holidaymas to everyone and with that, my poem is below!

It’s Christmas! 

When I woke up in the morning, 

There were no bells singing,

Reindeers running through my apartment,

Or Santa answering to milk and cookies at my doorstep.

Everyone’s either with family or their partner.

Love is in the air,

As we all want to catch a stare at this holy point in the year.

Here I sit on my big blue comfy couch,

With my laptop blocking the view of the holiday bush in my apartment,

Writing this poem in the same solitude I see from 9-5 in my grey box with no windows.

Oh how I yearn to have a clan to spend the holidays with,

Dress up nice,

And share a victory feast with.

Only this year is different than other years.

If fifteen was my lucky number,

Why would I be alone on Christmas?

Only this year is different than all other years.

It’s a common cliche only until it’s actually true!

Because this year, the Shamash candle, the central and highest-standing candle in a Menorah, has been lit every day for all of December

To signify the creation of a new beginning and newly found sense of self worth.

The Shamash candle also acts the keeper for the core central flame gathered when I visited my other star warriors, aka my second family.

Instead of feeling the need to celebrate with others all the time,

How about taking this day to celebrate myself on the only day of the year I’m not tied down to 8000 commitments or people because everything is either closed or canceled.

Or how about telling myself, “hey, you’ve worked your ass off for the past 350 something days and your roommates are gone for a few hours, go relax and have some me time because you’ve definitely done way more than enough to deserve it!”

People should take more days to honor themselves

And appreciate each day spent on earth,

Not in a hospital bed.

I don’t need some day in the calendar dictating when I’m supposed to see my loved ones just because I never grew up celebrating Christmas, I dumped a boyfriend for being a douchenwaffle and value my dignity and finding myself over being in a relationship, and these communities I have become a part of in my adult life are more my family than my blood family;

It’s better to be surrounded by your own warmth and knowing you’re loved than to be in an environment clouded by toxicity!

That way, you can realize the only way to see the light on the tree is to take your laptop off your lap!

If fifteen is my lucky number,

I can surely name 15 people I’ve helped this year and 15 things I’ve accomplished this year!

Here’s to everyone being happy and healthy on this extra warm holidaymas!

Find Treasure in the Red Zone 2015

Find Treasure in the Red Zone 2015 - Probably one of the most real poems I've written in a very long time and I've spent longer on this piece than most of my other poems. Enjoy! This is basically what I discovered after lots and lots of recent deep reflections!

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I am a warrior princess and must be strong for you.
On the streets, I am not a black belt, contact sport artist, or badass;
I am a small, vulnerable little girl, hungry for life’s adventures.

If fifteen is my lucky number,
How would I end up in the red zone more than the green?

I put a mask over my scars every day
While I bury my baggage under my bed for me to know and no one to ever find out;
It digs a pit into my heart of which I am trying to fill with love.
But I am a strong warrior princess who must feign being fine.

If I was really man’s best friend,
Why would attempts at kindness from men turn into my body acting like the fire alarm is going off?
I need to turn into an animal to make sure you don’t turn on me.
I wear a smile every day
While turning the red into inspirational quotes drawn on post it notes
To prevent myself from ending up needing to curl into a fetal position.

Oh womanhood,
How childlike you make me feel.
I can’t have a positive connection with my woman creator;
As a result fear my own gender while befriending men who think wanting to “chill” has a further assumed meaning than watching TV and talking.

I’m a 16 year old vulnerable little girl
Who’s scared to death of her first kiss,
Because being violated so many times
Makes me see affectionate touch is a warzone instead of a safe haven.

I want to find a magic lamp to wish for my virginity to have all nine lives again
In the same way you reset a video game when you’re about to get a game over
So you don’t lose your progress when you’re about to beat the game.

I want to feel pure again, unharmed like a healthy newborn baby,
Releasing the balloons and walking towards the rainbow.

Love is something to be given and received.

After finding music at a big dance concert at the Aragon to spread the sands of love
And hearing the resilient saxophone player roaring at 4am at the Green Mill to drunk people,
I have come to realize love is right in front of me;
I don’t have to search extra to find it unless I want to end up in shady town each time.
It has helped me channel the warrior’s strength to make my baggage feel like a 5lb weight being carried with one finger.

If fifteen is my lucky number,
I’d realize being in the red doesn’t mean game over;
It means I’m experiencing life fully and learning a lesson.
As I have been on more roller coasters and in more states in the last five months than I’ve been in my entire life.

Red is the universal color for love;
I just need to know it’s in my heart and in the stars the entire time.
I will look in mirror to confidently say “I love me and am worthy of love”!
For that, I shall be thankful!

Wake Up

Wake up!

Wake up!

It’s time to get your ass out of bed,

And shine brighter than seeing eye to eye with flames!

You have a destination to reach!

There’s an entire day ahead of you.

You slowly creep from the comforting slumber cloud,

Foot by foot emerges from the cave to the ground,

Wipe those sand-sacked eyes, you sillyface!

You’re going to be late again!

The internal alarm goes off and you jump, and twirl, and dance around your living space,

In the same fashion as Snow White cleaning her apartment with animal cuteness,

Telling yourself, “today, I will conquer the forces of life”

Even if you don’t always feel that way when you walk outside.

You smile at the bus driver, tell him good morning, and take a seat,

Engulfing yourself in online news gossip and the slew of text messages you woke up to.

Your stop approaches and you dance away, waving hello to everyone who exchanges a glance.

It’s almost time to enter success land… or so you think.

Walking in as the new kid in school, with your flowery black and pink dress ensemble, and a neon sign saying “colorful person willing to help, I have joy and smiles to share and a goal to reach, can I join?”, in hopes to make a difference.

She is handed a picture of a maze where the illustrator forgot to add the end symbol, and sent on her way.

The face once filled with pink is now filled with blue,

Proceeding onward to be locked all alone in the confines of a 7x10 grey, thin-walled box for several hours,

You tell yourself, “I can still do this… I can still do this”,

And before you know it,

Your destination has been unlocked.

Towels were about to be thrown into the ring,

But you put up a valiant fight and emerged triumphant. 

You let yourself color outside the lines,

With your flowery black and pink dress ensemble,

The joy and smiles,

And the optimism shining through the previously blank walls,

Now painted with color.

Wake up!

Wake up!

Aren’t you glad you got out of bed today?

Open Mic Nite Performance Of "Play that Chelsea Music"

My poem about the Blackhawks winning the Stanley Cup (again) in a nutshell :D This lovely poem was performed at the Justin Pauly Art Studio on June 26, 2015 in River North, Chicago at the "Elevator Sessions" open mic. Enjoy!



The words to the poem can be found here!