Month: December 2019

The shadows
People think of darkness
As a place of hate
Where you are sad
A place where you are lonely
Never to be loved

But it could be a place
To be your self
Never told what to do
A place that you’re difference are ok
Never to be treated like your nothing
A place that people think of you as one of them

A place of darkness
Theirs a place of light

My sister is like a villain.
Always cruel,
and despicable,
but never kind.

She wears funky and peculiar clothing,
like no other person would wear.

She pranks me,
tattle tails on me,
and always make me look like the bad guy
even when I don’t do anything.

My sister makes fun of me,
poisons my food,
takes my things,
and I don’t even know even know why.

But at the end,
when she blames her problems on me,
she never wins
because I always end up with the crown.

i am the grass underneath a tree
stuck in the shadow of the leaves
the sunlight barely shines on me
yet it illuminates the flowers next door.

i feel forgotten about
and i feel one-upped
by all the pretty flowers
who always have sunlight shining on them.

i hope that one day
someone will see
that just because i’m not as pretty as the flowers
doesn’t mean that i don’t deserve the
s
u
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l
i
g
h
t
because i’ll know i deserve it,
one day.

the vibrant night sky filled with stars
the burning warm light of the raging fire
the smell of sweet warm s’mores-

gooey and creamy and delicious s’mores
under the blanket of dancing stars, like bright lights
your heart warming by the red and orange fire-

the crackle of the burning orange fire
the warmness of melted s’mores
the feeling of comfort when you look at the bright stars

as you sit there under the stars with the warmth of fire and the smell of sweet s’mores as you lay on an open grass field on a summer night.

The night sky shines so bright
From the stars that glimmer in the night
I love the way they twinkle in
the sky
Even though they fade away
I love to see them play

The way they flow through the
Sky makes me feel happy about
Life
Every day I see them I feel
Like all my stress melts away
Like melted chocolate and I feel good

BURNING, BURNING, BURNING
the globe spinning , spinning , spinning
burning away, yet it spins
slightly spinning, slightly searing

BURNING, BURNING, BURNING
we keep adding , adding , adding
they are blind, yet they add
blindly bearing branches to burn

BURNING, BURNING, BURNING
a few give water spraying , spraying , spraying
they’ll continue until enough is sprayed
still spraying, still not stopping

BURNING, BURNING, BURNING
the earth is a fire
we are still making it worse
every single day.
good comes, but will it be enough?

BURNING
BuRnInG.
burning!

There was a pickup game at 5
In Romper Applegate’s front drive
Applegate was muscular and tall
I knew my only chance was gonna be with the ball
First play of the game dribble dribble shot
The ball went through the middle of the pot
Then Romper got the ball and posted me up
He shot and it went through the middle of the cup
His mom came outside and said he had to go eat
It was not gonna be me who was gonna be beat
I made a crossover and he took the bait
He just risked his own fate
I took the j u m p e r
My eyes met with Romper’s
We both know I made the basket
And I laid him in the casket
He was as frozen as a garden gnome
So I just decided to hop on my bike and go home

Mommy said there was a “Big” president.
I looked at the TV
where the white house was.
I saw a giant scaly leg,
It was green,
And it looked burnt.

I asked mommy who this was.
She said they call him
MR.BIG,
Cause he is very very
VERY BIG!

I looked back at the TV
and I saw screaming people
that looked scared
as my mom when she broke her nail.
I see a glowing blue tail
With spikes on it.

I hear a deafening roar,
the fire opens its eyes.
Then the screen goes
black.

Crying is the o e n.
c a

The deeper you go the darker it gets.
But you could also drown

-Vast and Wide-
D
O
W
N
here do questions get answers?

Wondering is flying.

How high can you go?
Until you can’t survive
Too much to think about.

AM . I . OK?

The storm is my mind.
Endless, Confusing
Chaos.

The sun is warm and yellow,
Bright and full of joy

Then the night comes-
And the light goes away-
seen again-
But not until the morning.

For when the sun hides behind
That
Dark
Wall, Whispering sh. sh. Sh.
And you are left there wondering,
why do I feel as lonely as the sea?

And then you squint into that light,
For it is seen again!
your heart opens up with the key you almost threw away.

For when the sun hides behind
That
Dark
Wall
Again,
but this time you know you are going to be okay!