Pen

What are the uses of a pen?
Well, right now I can think of seven.
One.
The most obvious. I can use a pen to take notes.
Lecture notes, self-care notes, things to remember notes, all on Post-it Notes.
Two.
You can use a pen to store away all of your secrets.
From the "Who is my 6th-grade crush" to the ones, you are not yet willing to say out loud.
Three.
The pen can be used to build our self-worth.
Four.
Pens are used to give advice.
Wanted or not, they are there for guidance, for encouragement.
Five.
A pen will be used to share experiences. Yours, mine and theirs.
Six.
The pen can be used for fun.
You and I can write for fun. It's allowed.
Seven.
They, pens, are used to point out Beauty.
Beauty like waterfalls or mountains or the ocean.
Beauty like a mother cradling her child or when someone laughs so deeply that tears run down their cheeks.

Pens have many uses, but right now I can only think of seven. How many more can you think of?


j.h

Liar

Liar
That's what I am
I learned to twist and distort
my words at a young age.
I found comfort in the fact
that I could weave my words
into any story and people
would believe me.
Huh. I believed it was a gift.
An accomplishment.
I didn't see all the people I was hurting.
I didn't realize how isolated it had made me.
The lonelier I became
the more I began to abuse my words.
Soon enough my words,
my precious words
failed me.
It was then I realized how alone I truly was.
I learned to mold and shape
my words to bewitch and charm
those around me.
I guess, I thought that's what I needed.
A liar.
That's what I was.

j.h

The little things

There are so many little things that made me
f
 a
  l
   l
for you.
From the way you smile.
The little half-smile that you have.
To the way, you shrug your
shoulders shyly when you've done something worth praising.
But,
most of the things that made me fall
HARD
were the things you said
at one am
too quietly
when you thought I was asleep
after you kissed me the first time
when you were scared that you'd lose me.
Those whispered conversations,
the screaming matches and our laughter filled pillow talks
is what made me fall deeper.
Thank you
for showing what life could be.

j.h

Halfie

Definition:
the most beautiful,
gorgeous,
lovely,
angelic,
radiant
people on the EARTH.
I looked it up
That's what it says.
What it doesn't say is that
you don't belong
you'll never belong.
You are two halves.
One half, one race
the other another race.
You're too White, Black, Asian, Latino
for one side.
And then when you think
that maybe, just maybe
you'll belong to the other side.
You learn that
You're too Asian, White, Black, Latino
for them too.


Just remember
A family is more than blood.


j.h