Month: February 2018

Do you remember those days?
Because I do
When we wore those cheap knockoff Converse shoes
And we ate the seeds out of green beans like foragers
The backyard was the ocean and we were its voyagers?

Do you remember the day we all looked up
And watched the eclipse through the cereal box
And we’d try to stay up but we’d fall right asleep
And we walked through the park and into the creek?

Do you remember the days that we ran in the rain
And baked brownies that burned and wrote comics and sang
All out of tune with your old CD player
Laid Celeste in the yard, buried layer by layer?

Do you remember the days that we ruled over kingdoms
Together in worlds that were all our own
We’d leave food for fairies
Defeat adversaries
And walk hand-in-hand back home?

Do you remember those days?
Because I do
And do you think someday we’ll look back and rue
The day that we left it all behind
And traded our fairies for humankind?

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Fulmore

8th

I sat on my couch
With a heavy, long sigh
And reached for the remote
On a table nearby.

With the click of a button
& blinding white light
The TV turned on
& prepared for a long night.

A bold red “N” on the screen
Then my name appeared
Under a menu with thousands of shows
That offered entertainment for years.

I began to scroll through
The shows that were shown
Everyone I had seen
At least once or twice though.

My clicks became desperate
Eyes searching like hawks
To find one show
That I had not watched.

With every new show that I found
My brain just said
“It’s probably not good,
You’re better off just going to bed.”

With a sigh of defeat
I turned off all the lights
My thirst unquenched
Just like every late night.

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Fulmore

8th

People are like seeds–
We may take awhile to blossom and grow,
But all we need is a little loving here and there
You never know what flow may pop up,
So many unique blooms,
From roses to sunflowers to tulips
And it’s the same way with people,
So much diversity,
Such culture, morals and personality.
Everyone is beautiful in some way,
All we need is a little loving here and there
To blossom into the people we will become.

She thinks outside the
box
her imagination travels
the
uncharted
deep sea;
murky water

flowing through her mind
twisting and turning

her mind is a river–
vast

continuing on for miles
bubbles arise

Pop! An idea lost
Her mind is a river
Vast indeed

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Fulmore

8th

My thoughts are always floating
Like different colored helium balloons
In the space within my mind
Sometimes jumbled up
Sometimes close together
Sometimes too much
Sometimes I can’t find the right words
And I don’t know what to say
Like trying to pull a single string
From a ball of knots
then sometimes I find too many
Other times they’re organized
And I know exactly where they go
As if I’m sorting books on a library shelf
They can be smooth and precise
Like skipping stones
Fly easily across a lake
Sometimes they come too fast
And bubble up like a fountain
Or spill over like a waterfall
They can shoot like rockets back and forth
And I don’t have time to get one idea out
Before the next comes falling forward
With more force than a bowling ball
And sometimes in the dark nights,
Propped up against my pillow,
They get a long deserved break
And as they settle like sand to the bottom
Of a calm pond
I drift off to sleep.

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Fulmore

8th

A baby named Alex was happy until he was hungry. Alex was mad he always switches emotion. Like he gets sad and mad. When Alex was happy he would smile and laugh until he got hungry.

He switches emotions when he is hungry. When Alex is mad he throws a tantrum. He was like a herd of elephants making a lot of noises. Then he switched to another emotion that was sad. He would give people puppy eyes.

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Hart

4th