Month: January 2017

Cold,
Sweet,
Dripping,
Melting,
In my mouth.
I hear the music,
Saying,
“Ice Cream!
Come get it now!”
ICE CREAM!!!!!

 

I used to be short
But now I have grown
I used to be shy
But now I sit on my thrown

I am what I am

 

Opening the package makes you so tired
making you feel like you were fired
putting it on the pan
looking like you have no plan

You put on the oven mitt
making sure it’ll fit
but being so hungry
it makes the horrible weather outside sunny

You hear the timer ring and you run downstairs
like you’re flying through the air
you sit down ready to eat
then you see the hot, smoking, and juicy meat

Then you chomp down to eat, the feel of the hot pizza and its softness on your teeth
The chunkiness underneath your tongue

Then you look down at your empty plate
thinking of the great meal you ate
Then you think back on how it all started.

 

I am from Austin Swim Club kick boards,

And riding boots caked with mud.

From delicious homemade pizza

And following Whole 30 diets.

 

I’m from a large roomy place with a

blue, horse bedroom of my own.

 

I am from reading horse books in my bed,

And knitting bunnies with Grandma May.

From always drinking out of the sink faucet,

And wearing long brown ponytails.

 

I’m from dinosaur eggs to dinosaur bones,

And watching fireworks on Independence Day.

From beautiful sunsets on Bethany Beach,

And a lovely stroll in Central Park.

 

I am from planting lilacs in the garden,

And picking out pansies at the store.

From Tiernan, the Irish men,

And May the mighty.

 

I’m from the smoky smells of New York City,

And scones freshly baking in the oven.

From a fresh pot of tea,

And a New York bagel with oodles of cream cheese.

 

I am from ‘You can never have too many horses,’

And ‘Wind in my hair, don’t care.’

From ‘Wings of Fire’

And ‘Pegasus’ by Kate O’Hearn

 

I’m from Friesian Stallions,

And golden doodle puppy dogs.

From everything I love,

And all my life I’ve yet to live.

The summer sun

against your face, The winter

breeze against your feet, The falling

colors shining brightly in your eyes, The

Spring flowers dancing around you, The sudden

appearance of the moon makes you sleepy, The

howling wolves are growing nearer, Something is

watching you from the shadows, But nothing

seems to be there, Where are you,

Where am I, Find me if

you can.

As lovely as a gunshot.
As beautiful as blood.
As dull as a shiny bullet.
As precious as screams of pain.
As happy as a soldier missing his family.
I Love War!

 

Talking forever ahhhhhhhhh…
Mom!…will you please stop talking.
Talking happens with someone of interest, something important, something special, something with life, or anything you can’t deny.
Talking has changed our world forever after cavemen, and made us chatty, chatty humans that we are today, so yay!
We talk, we rock, we knock on the doors to talk, we conversate with the people we meet and know forever.
We know some of us talk too much, but the reason we talk so much…is we don’t care!!!!
Well sorry about that it wasn’t expected so this is the reason…I made this poem.

 

This is not about you nor about me
Its about my black folks and i will stand by them
This is not about you nor about me
Its about my undocumented folks and i will stand by them
This is not about you nor about me
Its about my muslim folks and i will stand by them
This is not about you nor about me
Its about my LGBT folks and i will stand by them
This is not about you nor is this about me
its about everybody and we will stand together.

 

Fernando the Frog caught in a jar came from afar.
I let Fernando go when he frowned his little Frog frown.
I hope Fernando hasn’t gone commando.

 

Corey, Casey, Mary, they all smell like imposters when strangers try to pronounce my name.
But my name, Carey Beth, smells like Niagara Falls and an Irish farm.
My names tastes like homemade chocolate chip cookies warm, fuzzy and sweet.
My name sounds like a rushing wave of mystery and winter.
My name feels like a warm blanket wrapping around you and then dropping you in the deep, cold ocean.
My name looks turquoise and bright, shining with possibility.
I am a perfect day interrupted by a sloppy, eager, happy, awkward mess.
When I cry I am a raging hurricane
When I laugh I sound like a thunderstorm
I am the loudest person in the room
I like myself
I’m worth a lot
And you can’t tell me that I’m not
Because you can’t see inside of me