Month: January 2017

A ripple,
It spreads and grows.
A small action
For a bigger effect.
That sounds like something
Something we all know.
We can give it,
For a grand effect
We can receive it,
Which makes us feel full.
The ripples of our kindness,
Are amazing things.
If we all gave kindness
Our ripples would surround
And drown the world.
One splash and it would spread once more.

 

Pencil, Paper, binder, book,
Ticking clocks and ringing bells.
Loud hallways, quiet classrooms
People talking, people walking.
Rushing here and there,
Papers flying everywhere.
Trying to escape the bell
Getting homework done as well.
Ring.
Ring.
Was that the bell?
Yes, it was the bell.
Locks clicking
Lockers slamming
Running students
Catching buses
The day is done.
Time for Fun.

 

Broken shell,
Empty space,
I can’t see you
But you can see me.

Please come into my dark
And turn on the lights
Save me from my inner thoughts

As the clock winds down,
My time is stopping .
I can see your light,
Getting farther and farther away.

The closer I get
The dimmer you are,
Your light is dimming,
And I am fading.

The racing patterns slow,
Your face a blur,
Surrounded by white,
A light to the black I’m in.

Nothing can reach me now.
It all stops.

 

You look at me.
Eyes expecting.
You think I’m full.

I’m not.
I’m just an empty plate.
I’ve a crack down the middle.

What do you think I can hold?
I’m split. Yet you think I’m full,
I’m broken and useless.

A crack down the middle.
You still use me, even though I broke.
Everything just falls out.

One day you piece me together,
But I know I will just break.
You can’t fully repair something broken.

I’m a broken plate.
No matter how much you fix me,
I will always be broken.

With a crack down the middle,
Empty.

 

Red.
The color of apples & ladybugs.
Orange.
The color of sunset & a crackling fire.
Yellow.
The color of the sun & stars.
Green.
The color of the grass & leaves.
Blue.
The color of our big wide sky.
Purple.
The color of grapes & pretty flowers.
A rainbow in the sky.

 

Glittering like a diamond.
Waves crash gently against the shore.
Seashells line the warm sand.
Fish dart around under the surface.
The brings a glowing light
Nature’s finest recipe.

 

Its deep.
Its dark.
Its big.

Hidden. Long. Sad.
A secret forever kept.

 

Wings spread wide,
The falcon takes flight.
High in the sky,
He goes in for a dive.
The mouse doesn’t stand a chance.
They say the falcon hunts for food,
I say he hunts for pleasure.
The way he dives,
Makes me wish I could fly,
Because that’s what I’d do if I could.