Brentwood wasn’t just where I lived   It was everything  Long summers in my backyard  Socks dirty from playing in the dirt   Playing tag and going on adventures with my cousins    My...

I miss your pretty voice,  Pretty lips, pretty face,  And pretty hips.  It circles back,  To the day we first met.  To the day I couldn’t get out of my bed.  I must be out of...

Longing for the truth whether or not it destroys us. Why have we been deceived by the people around us? Were we lied to, manipulated, or hurt by people we care about, by people who we thought...

We all long for it It’s practically in the human species DNA From European colonization in South America to the current wars in the Middle East To the monopolies of the 20th and upcoming philanthropists...

The legs give out easily now   It feels like I could fall at any moment  The brain cannot keep up with what the mouth wants to say anymore  It sucks trying to get a statement across now   Both...

Oh Brentwood, where the sun glows  With birds chirping where the warm winds blow.  The sound of Latin music fills your ears,  Lyrics that’ll stick with you for years.    Bam! There’s...

Butterflies represent the change,   deeply within our inner selves.    At some point we were in   our own chrysalis,    afraid of the outside world,  of not knowing what lies...

There is a silence that has kept me from my dreams. My dreams, held deep within my heart, wondering whether I can reach them, because there are thoughts which have   been hidden in...

Music is the magical sound   Filled with beats, melodies  And wonderful rhythms    It is the sound that touches our soul  Perhaps through dance, allowing us  To have creative freedom    Or...

Thank you, Brentwood, for all the Delis Filled with Central and South American foods For the streets that flood with children and teens As they finish class and head home   How different...

Beneath the sky where maples rise,    Their golden leaves in autumn sway,    The echoes of our laughter rise,    And guide our hearts along the way.      Through halls where...

Oh Brentwood, your carne asada air And your dawn skies filled with clouds Your green grass and brown dirt make me jovial Even though the streets are sometimes pessimistic   Brentwood,...