Rainbow Omega

I just got back from being away at this place called Rainbow Omega in Alabama. Rainbow Omega is a home for adults with disabilities, such as Down Syndrome or Parkinson’s. I got to spend 4 days with these incredible residents and just become their close friends and be connected to them.

These people feel so much love in their hearts, it’s insane. I had never felt more comfortable around a group of people, and the group that I was with all cried when we said our goodbyes. I formed incredible bonds that I’ll never forget.

Around this time, a man named Markiplier posted a video called “Please Be Good to Each Other”, which I watched after I got to the hotel where we were staying. It was quite a coincidence, considering what I was doing at the time, but his words really stuck out to me and I had a conversation about it with my chaperone.

“The good you do, and the good you do to the world, really makes a difference.”

Sitting there, we had a discussion about what he meant by that. I took it to heart and used it that week, because he’s absolutely right.

This trip was so moving. I didn’t feel pity for these people, because they were happy. They were content and loving where they were, and were just being human.

We’re so quick to judge sometimes, you know? We see a disabled person in public and we don’t want to go near them because they make us “uncomfortable”, and we’re not alone in this matter. Society has deemed this not “normal” to us, and we don’t see it as such.

Being there though, I forgot that they had a disability. I got to sit and blow bubbles, have chats, learn about cars, and laugh with these amazing people that I have come to cherish and love.

Mark was absolutely right when he said that we can make a difference. I changed those peoples lives by sitting and listening, coming to visit, hugging them, and telling them I loved them. Really though, they changed me too. They opened my eyes to the world, and made me feel more loved than I ever did in the real world.

As my friend Jed put it, “It seems as this place should be the real world.”

Please be kind to other people. Hate and terror has been going in circles in the world recently, and it’s heartbreaking.

Doing good doesn’t just make a difference in the world, it makes a difference in you, too.



Happy birthday Dad. 🙂


I know that I may not seem like I care.


I roll my eyes and scoff at your words


like theyre nothing compared to my bullet proof glass


But im just a stupid teenager


A teenager who wishes she could do better but its hard.


You push me to do better


Because you dont look at me through my eyes


You see me as your pride and joy


I want to live up to these expectations.


You’re just and kind


Despite that constant aggravation


We share the same humor and interests


And I enjoy watching Mel Brooks movies and laughing.


Despite my tone of voice,


Despite my eyes and my attitude,


We are blood,

And I’m forever grateful that we are.


Happy Birthday Momma.


She walks with her head high


No sign of distress or anger


And her voice is a blanket


Warm and comforting even on the stormiest of nights


And even though I’m reaching the end of her head


Looking down upon her when we talk


I will always look up to her


As someone I admire.


She is organized,




And funny.


Most things that I am not,


And that fine.


Maybe one day,


When im older and wiser,


I’ll be organized,




And funny.


Today is not that day though,


So I am content with just watching her



And learning from her idiosyncrasies.


I can never seem to get to the lighthouse.


No matter how hard I try, the ocean sucks me back in,


Like I am some toy it can play with.


Tide toss and turn me;


I can only hope that it swallows up my being.


Yet, you stuck out your hand,


Pulling me so close I can hear your heart,


The symphony of being alive playing.


You told me that the ocean can be conquered,


That I knew how to swim,


I just merely forgot.


But, you concluded, taking my hand,


If you are struggling,


I will help you.


For the lighthouse is there,


It’s just hard to see sometimes.


You’re an entirely new solar system.


Comet eyes and a galaxy heart,


And a mind entirely full of nebulae.


I can hear the stars in your voice,


See the black holes in your tears,


And bathe in the moon in your skin.


Yet, like the planets,


You are far away.


So I will just stand here,


Looking through Cupid’s telescope,


And hope that you see me too.


You always seem so lucky

You and your personality

Your looks and your charisma

Seem to always pull the crowd in

You’re a siren luring sailors to you

And your eyes are the coldest of blue

But I guess that’s why you think im the lucky one

Because while I draw close you push away

But I guess that’s the problem here

You’re living in your worst fear

Of insecurity

So I guess that makes me

Pretty lucky.

ABC Alliteration of Us

As I stare at this arrogant array

Of boisterous bottles

I can’t help but compulsively comfort

A dismount of disappointed feelings

That made an erasable error


Things never seem to fall freely on me

Oh, I hope for good gospel

Because heartlessly I hear

The sound of iridescent idiosyncrasies

That belong to a jarring jury,

Watching my kaleidoscopic kills

Of the largely lamented

As I mistakenly miss you


Yet, I’ve never needed nicotine

To drown our obvious obituary,

Or poignant poisons

To eradicate the queer quality

Of the resilient relationship

We tried to sustain sufficiently.


I’ve always had trials and tribulations

That undermine my unnatural personality,

And violent acts of vulgar dishonesty

That i watch with wary woes,

But I always drown with xerothermic xylol

hopelessly, I try to burn up the yearning youth

That always seems to zealously zag inside me

All because of you.


Crossed out Thoughts

Whatever happened to us



Once the skies were gray



Now its just two chairs



No idea where to breathe





I remember my mother

would press a kiss atop my head

to signal the authors in my mind

to come alive and make me dream

she would always leave

a light on for me

that seemingly

only fairies could make

and I felt content

but now the kisses

surrendered to bruises

authors retired to illustrators

that only painted in red

and that fairy light

turned to Midas’ color of regret

and the reflection of realization.

Miscellaneous Remembrance


Remember the dandelion kisses

we blew when we were young

and the nursery rhymes we always read

and sung

The roses always pricked us

but we played with them anyway,

for blood was easy to replace

but the memories would fade to gray


the puddles aways splashed in our faces

and the thunder lulled us to sleep

for the stories our mothers told us

brought dreams we would forever keep

in our pockets


the miscellaneous times

were always a favorite of mine

the idiosyncrasies

that i keep within my mind

i can see though

you don’t think of these things

i just wish you thought

that i was worth remembering.