forgotten days
of peace and innocence
conversations never had perseverance
then the light slowly opened everyone’s gaze

it was a push to participate
the glory of gaining ones friends
however it soon all depends
will you help me set the bait

don’t worry we will never be found out
just follow my lead
make sure to never let the secret bleed
it only works if she begins to pout

we wont stop there
only once its reduced to rubble
we can really pop the bubble
making sure there is nothing left to spare

we have what we wanted
torn off a nice piece of rust
it feels good to make such a bust
then why am I so haunted?

-Jennie Nawrocki

shaded by paper

lighted within

a fixed distance

colors illuminate

lining the path

structured in stone

Toward folks

gathering in

festive cheer

-Jennie Nawrocki

stories conveyed
over days occurred
within greetings
a message to be heard
sincere appreciation
amongst plans discussed
for the new week
brings us closer
than the past

-Jennie Nawrocki

A mind can play tricks
you may see only what you want
most pain is avoided
unless that is all you know
then it becomes a sadistic comfort
does it have to stay this way?

Good rolls around
you try and hold its existence
quickly it passes though
it was just enough
to see the misfortune you lived.

There is no going back
nor immersion of its surroundings
just the motions guiding the way
slowly gathering
pieces, materials, resources, knowledge
solidifying a base
sturdy with positive relationships
supporting initializing
the momentum of growth
outlining the course for the future.

-Jennie Nawrocki