My life in Quotes

  In the hills of Missou, there was a roadrunner. Zip, zip there she goes! So meticulous and perfect running through the hills of life. She plans for the next trek. She runs with calculation never failing and never falling. She’s young but determined. She’s young but hardened. She’s young and full of heart. It’s time to show your grit. Everyone will follow your smile. Zip, zip through the hills of Missou. I wrote this for a friend's niece. We had a brainstorming session and I wrote it a couple of weeks later. You can feel the love of an aunt in the ideas given to me. I wanted to embody the spirit of a teen runner that captures your heart with a wink and a smile.

  High on a scaffold, strapped with a harness and a torch. My shoulder slouches as I light the torch. The torch pops and hisses as it lights. I’m tired, I wake up and think this is a bad dream. To leave all I knew behind to be bound and oppressed. To be broken by the system I was entrusted to. The arc burns blue, as I weld the piping across the concourse. No one cares about us, as it grows more evident. No one knows the pain, I’m in as I pass out from the pain at the end of my day. Not even my partner, I hide my feelings till, I’m about to break. It’s a way of life up here in ole Boston. The struggle is to hold my eyes open and stay awake. No one knows that I’m broken inside. No one knows that my hurt runs deeper than my shoulder. In this place there’s no room for me, it’s a gig for the boys. This isn’t my swan song or a happy jig. I’d rather take a swig, Walk away from it all and be at peace again. This road is hard and is made unbearable by the boy