Month: January 2020

The night shares a soft whisper,
That cradles through the wind.
It feels like the warmth of a warm fire.

A moment of CrAcKliNg like life to the fire,
Brought down to soft whisper.
The rustling of abundant life, caught in the wind.

The night fills HaPhAzArDLy with rough sounding whispers,
As the sky silently lights up with it’s bodacious fire…
Soon to be gone, is the gentle grasp, of a soft whisper.

This wind will soon again share a soft whisper, like the warmth of a fire.

Skateboarding,
That rush of wind going through your hair and rushing towards your face,
Plotting the flow of what trick you’ll do next,
What’s that I see?
A ledge,
Just open and free,
And once I’m done,
I can say “ well, that was great.”

Once I’m done I go home,
As I roam the house,
I try to think of something to do,
I look at my skateboard and think “well It’s not dark yet…”

Looking at black
Hoping that heaven will shine
Over this dark patch of blank

What would you expect it show its blank
Still nothing but black
No wink of light to shed that shine

Are you still waiting for that shine
Why are you still here there’s nothing but blank
What do you want to see I can only give you black

I can’t give you what you want to see something other than blank or black where is your shine

They work for one being
who is ”better” than them,
without reward.
They only do this
because they are forced.

One had a home,
a family,
and a life outside of this.
But one day,
It was decided they would
belong to someone else,
who is “better” than them.

The other works at home,
they were made for this.
They work with their family,
and all for one mother,
Who is “better” than them.

They are the same.
They are different.
One big, one small.
Ants are like slaves
just like how
slaves are like ants.

You don’t Want to go to prison
But your actions have consequences
More problems have arisen
You are starting to run out of defenses

You don’t Want to go to school
But the laws say otherwise
You must be present it is a rule
It might be my demise

8 hours
5 days a week
Can I have some superpowers?
Maybe a trip to the creek?

I am trapped inside
No Escape.
Put school and prison side by side
They are almost as scary as a charging great ape

At least I get an education
For crying out loud i’m in middle school
I spend most my time at this location
I feel like I am in a whirlpool

I would love to leave
But I cannot
School is my biggest pet peeve
I forgot the new backpack I bought!

I look through the classroom door
I’m in a jail cell
I’m cramped up and sore
I feel trapped but oh well

This might as well be my grave
I’m Cold,
Bored,
Old,
Ignored,

Sore,
Annoyed,
Tore,
Destroyed,

And Trapped

when i’m Self Conscious…
it’s like an itch on my back

That I Just Can’t Scratch

it’s like a little person in my ear saying

You’re Not Good Enough

it’s like wanting something so bad but

Just Can’t Have It

it’s like wishing for something that’s

Impossible

it’s like waiting for something for so long but

It’s Not Going To Come

it’s like that stain on your shirt

That Will Never Go Away

Basketball is like a heart
That beats with every d r I b b l e
I care for it because its a body part
And I love it like dogs love there kibble

The balls bumpy orange skin like a
b
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t
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a
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art
When you miss a shot it can feel tart
But it will always be in my heart

If it hits you in the face
It means love
Its meaning too come at you with grace
like a big hug
Take it in and do not misplace

Behold through you as bad as the rest
Through the
Laughing voices
The twirling around the dance floor
The raising of forks and knives
The singing of joyful songs
The people inside of the dresses and the suits
The clean bodies
The styled hair

Behold a secret silent face of loathing and despair

No one wants to be there
They are just performers
On the stage of judgement and blame