Month: January 2017

My mom is the sun; she keeps us all in order.
My dad is Jupiter; he’s big, strong and tough.
My sister is Venus; she is small, cloudy and fierce.
And I am the asteroid belt, right in the middle of it all.

 

 

Up in the clouds,
Yelling loud,
“Flying over the mountain!”
The dragons by my side,
I spied,
A fairy castle in the in the sky,
A wervyn said “Hi”,
When I was flying over the mountain!
I plunged down,
And saw a little town,
Under the mountain!
Dwarves pound on an anvil,
What will they unveil,
A sword of gold for me,
Foam welcomes me to the sea,
Drowning slowly in black,
I see lilac,
It was all a dream
The land under the mountain!

 

This one sunflower rests in my mind as a thought
It is wilting and curled and gorgeous
I want to grow up like that
Never forgetting my beauty
I would love myself
This one sunflower makes me happy and joyful
But most of all it makes me bloom

 

I am the boy
Who is afraid of the dark
When I go to sleep
I am afraid
I am always
Afraid
Not afraid of the
Monster
Living under my bed
But afraid of the monster
Inside of my
Head
The one that will
Leave me
Dead
I am the boy
Who is afraid of the
Dark

 

I used to crawl but now I stand tall
I used to stay quiet but now I sing to the top of my lungs
I used to have coloring as my homework but now I have homework you can’t imagine
I used to use bay cups but now I use glass
I used to hate school but now I know how much it has paid off
I used to write all sloppy but now I write like a boss
I AM WHAT I AM

 

Joey
soft, comfy, rough,
music, loud, roaring,
Breedveld

 

Trapped in a cage of tar
dripping venom from its rusty bars
you think you might escape
but trying to makes the wound worse
and the cure is hard-won
and all efforts are so easily sabotaged
you feel like you can never
bring yourself back up
to stand tall and face the world
that tries so hard to keep you down
but the secret to escape
lies within your own strengths

I love pie,
I love pi,
It’s 3 point 1 4 1 five,
I also love to dive,
Into a pool,
It’s cool.

 

As quiet as a football stadium
Everyone cheering as the home team scores
You could hear a pin drop

As exciting as a game of Chess
Thinking and strategizing about your next move
What a thriller!

As easy as golf
Just swinging a stick at a ball
Takes no skill at all!

As boring as a roller coaster
Just sitting there in a seat
Anywhere else would be twice as neat

Just standing there
In the open field of grass
Just looming of the green grass stalks
All of them waiting watching wondering when they will be picked
quivering in the wind, still waiting watching wondering
Then it sees a blur of brown drift through the wind
The brown specs being spores to plant more of its kind
The specs finally settle in the forest
All of them just waiting watching wondering like the rest of their kind
Then they all hear a loud thud
As a deep brown boot comes out
Then the person plucks some lightly out of the ground
Wanting to taste the gooey goodness
There are still more of them
All still waiting watching wondering
Waiting watching wondering
Waiting watching wondering…