mama works hard from nobodyMOTHERS MOTHERS MOTHERS 

 (For our mother) Emilia Irizarry R.I.P. 3/ 29/2015  

Hey mom! Here we are are at the park, this is where you used to bring 

us when we were small, now we are big and all grown up with kids of our 

own, we miss having you here. I can only hope and pray that you are still with 

us in your mystical way of being here and there and every where.                             all of our hopes and dreams

all your childrens, childrens, childrens . in the park on 10th street                                                          Louie

Im in a party there is a water baloon fight i rermember somthing the thing is if it is to be,it is to be me im learning how to type 

write know a little girl is crying saying "mm omyyyyyyyyy" and repeting it 

menwile a boy was 

saying he did not hit a girl with a water boloon a little girl just came up with a wet face but now its drying i do not know how  oot type  ^^yulianath is a boy who never behaves  this is a bad boy 

this is a boy in my class that my broyther knows nincoluis has a little sister the sister loves her mom and dad but the

the boy nin

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For my buddy george Cambell  Thinking is the best waay to travel, 

Blasting Billowing Bursting with the power of ten billion butterflies,

Man with his wayward fire has conquered the heavens, 

climb to tranquility                 In memory of Prisilla.

                              

 Who do you love

          For M.S.G. (M. Brooks)

 Angels and patriots we are we do not comprimise , one another and yet we fight each other, Here there is peace with the trees and the children, the birds of the sky and the wind in our faces, here we came once and left a reminder that love is all powerful and forgiving...... Love will returnwith all due the truth is all that will forever be so. 

           Angel Lou Eyes

Thompkin Square Park 90 degrees of no separation among the birthday party kids, soccer players, dog walkers, bubble blowers, Typewriter Project typists with stiff fingers

typing on stiff keys, typists with soft hearts and itchy noses who want to know everyone and every one of their stories will it rain and chase away the heat and the sweet beat of the park

after school as every one waits and plays and dances and sings

never ever expecting the final bell to ring.

it doesn't matter. All is green, school is out. The day is long.

Kaye Newbury 6/23/15 What a great way to be NYC!

happy birthday nicoulau1on friday it is the last day of schole .im at a birthday pa1 party noah is at there too its sposd to rain but is sunny .my teacher is named grace

         6 by yuliana rossi i have nothing to write My My ntewst my name is nico i go too the neihborhood school and and my friends name is rose, quinn,izzy,haven, elsa, esme,and yuliana. i am 9 years old hello my name is rose.......bye my name 

my name is Tana T. DEEYELL and I,m at Nicolaau s B>Day party because I am!

HEI HELLO MY NAME IS NOAH AM AT NICOLA'US BIRTH DAY PARTY ALL OF MY FRIENDS QT

I am the best because I am at a paarty it is a awesome!

Happy Birthday Nicalaua my name is Daawa i Hope you have a good Birthday

Party! Hi !! i my name is Yuliana i go to the neihborhood school my frinds are Elsa,Uzzy,Nico ,Rose,HAven and Quinn 

      ^yuliana :)

ayurena. i believe you came to me when i barely understood a word when we were just kids you inspired me with your tales walked history holding hands struggled the streets with our passion believed in art. believed in us. fascination. fate. electricity.providence. bliss. empowerment. magic. inspiration. persistanceno words can describe how i feel

i believe in me i believe in you

i believe we can

i believe

i believe              13;31 andy leveau

shift yourself  tears fall back to your eyes

     time moves differently down here

         the city lights dim the stars              but you know youre still there

                 just like the stars

                     always there

                        waiting.

                             waiting. 

                                    waiting...

                                                                                @vivawonderland

i had the final the presentation of the school year . its done , the heellthe hell the imprisoned me for the the last 10 months had spit me back out and im soaked in the savlia the institution. but im stronger for it. i s struggled , stressed not that mcuh, endured, and battled with my comradesof friends and now we can spread our wings and soar like gale the whirlwind.with my tarot card, i have begana helping people and my friends alot morenow. now. i feel like the new part of my life is to finally star... start helping people which i hac

have always...

blood 

blod

bloodbloodbloodbloodbloodbloodbloodbloodbloodlbloofodbloodbloodbloodbloodbloodblood is life not death.

moon crater skin i still look withini still looked within 

city creeped up under my skin

i still felt my sins

feeling more than this moment 

i didnt think much more than this 

could help me make sense of 

sense of seeense of

the thing is i cant 

make sense of snse of snse of

sense of nonsense 

nawwwww

the senseless make sense

they just work within their own

understanding of sins

i still, look within

i still felt my skin

b shanta 

new day thankful for the sky                                                      sun kisses my neck

                                                               my toes kiss the soil

                i sea the sun

                              i am the night

             cover my skin in mud consume me, pacha mama

                                                surrender my sol to the earth

              wake up in a cloud

                        sun kisses my neck

                                       my toes kiss the soil

rose petal, thats what i was looking at when i ran into some troublei did not know the trouble was a sign until I met him, rose petals werethe first   warning and i should have known because they smelled like stripes and boxes and ice

rose petals, that was the first sign. some day i will look back and see what i once once was, it makes me happy to think about future instead of past very very subtle. rose, petals, stems, they all remind me of a day that i was free and giving and untouched by danger or heart break or oblivion. some day soon i know i will remember that when i was free and careful i would sit in a park and smell and write and that was a magical time. very deer to me..me.