Month: January 2020

Ready?
Fence
Both fencers leap
Off the line
Faster than your eyes can process
One goes for the lung
Before they can finish
Swish
Goes the other’s blade
Parrying the attack
Wham
The blade smacks into the opponent’s mask
Each point the fencers get
More and
More
Tired
But one
Is Faster
And Wins
Their blade
Faster
Their feet
Quicker

My life has ups and downs
I could be stressed
Or
In a good mood
I always like to think my life is a
Mess-

I live in a forest
It can be
Nice and beautiful
Or dark and lonely

But something good to remember
After a bad storm
A nice and beautiful
Forest is there
To make everything better.

This is me
I am me
Boom
Who is you
Are you you
You is you
me is me
You is you
Iam you
No me is me
We are
me and You

What if Harry Potter was a custodian
Every day he would wear a mask
So he wouldn’t be recognized

One day
While cleaning the floors
Kids started throwing trash at him

And calling him names
He politely asked them to stop
But they didn’t listen
They insulted him

And called him names
This went on for days
Then being asked to stop
Not one more time
Not two more times
But three times

They didn’t care
Soon Harry Potter lost his patience
Said “I warned you”

Pulled out his wand
which looked excited for action
and said
“This is your fault”
As he pointed it at the kids
He said

And they were gone
Never to be seen again
Like magic
And Harry Potter

Went on with life
As if nothing ever happened

Swish, swish, swish
Light, swift, movements
Every swish is the sound of happiness
Excitement and joy

Swish, swish, swish
A blur of brown and white
So fast it stirs the air
Greets me

Swish, swish, swish
Loyal and dependable
Tells me I am loved
Pure happiness electrifies the air

on 9/11 2001
Two towers were hit by a plane
In New York City
This purposeful crash was insane

Two towers
Standing tall
Pride of the U.S
Higher than all

Terrorist target
To take a stand
Death and destruction
Of our land

Wanted power
To make a name
But then
It was them to blame

Objective failed
They only made us stronger
The security got better
Although lines are longer

Men went in
Heros came out
Love prevailed
There is no doubt

Equality
This word is like a
LION
LASHING
Out at you to some people
but to others it is just common sense
Sometimes you might think wow that girl is weird,
she has bright blue hair !
But why do you think these things?
Is there really a reason?
NO, no there is not .
So instead of judging someone who you might think is
different,
Embrace that wonderful , perfectful person
For who they are !

I see a girl in the mirror
She has a tall figure and short, black, curly hair
She has dark eyes and tan skin
Her glasses slipping off the edge of her nose
Her lips fixed in a happy smile
She looks at me with a twinkle in her eyes

I look back at her
We stare at each other for a minute
I think She looks just like me

But the girl in the mirror
Is only an empty shell
A model for others to see
She’s Energetic, Eccentric, Enthusiastic
Outspoken, Bold and always Cheerful
She doesn’t care what people think of her
and she doesn’t have a care in the world

But as the girl looks into my eyes
and peeks through the window to my soul
She sees right through me, like I’m made of glass
She can see the girl that only comes out
in the darkest hour of the night

a girl that sometimes cries
and hears everything they say about her
a thoughtful, quiet, and observant girl
a girl that loves Beethoven and Shakespeare
A girl that thinks and writes to much
and doesn’t get much sleep
For she only shines in the darkest hour

Music is like
A long haul,
So much work
For nothing at all.

Or so it seems
When you sing along,
So many hours
For a three minute song.

A clock could tick
200 times
For a lot less
Than 200 rhymes.

A grain of sand
For every second spent,
You could empty a desert
And still not have a song yet.

At least that’s what it seems
With such a little chance to make it,
But music is like a long haul,
There’s still a chance, I’ll take it.

Ten thousand hours
You could start a timer,
Use it for your tempo,
Touch into F Minor.

This is a wake up call,
You can break the spell.
This music’s coming in fast
Creativity freed from its cell.

Music is like
a long haul,
Just don’t look down
And you’ll never fall.

Growing from the branch
Maybe on a ranch?
Getting the first view,
Then as if on cue
It starts to rain.
You can feel the pain.

You are the lone leaf.
But then there’s relief,
then there is others
Just like your brothers!

Sometimes there’s a strong breeze
and the leaves fall with ease.
Soon your bigger and bigger
done with the rigor.

The time has come,
Your about to become

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Leaf.