Month: December 2020

I am

The sugar in the cake
The gold medal in the race
The A+ on the test
The music’s rhythmic bass

The fragrance in the flower
The dreamer for the dream
The sun in the cold harsh winter
The cloth’s taut seam.

I am

The words in a thoughtful card
The mountain for your hike
The planner for your party
The bat for your strike.

Yes that’s accurate.
I am important, but so are you
So don’t leave me hanging,
And write a poem too!

I am alive

I am here in this moment living one of the billions of lives in this world.
Looking into the stars; as they stare back they wink at me as if they know something I don’t.
The feeling of this glacial breeze and tender
grass can never be perfectly replicated ever again.
The sky so dark but somehow flawlessly lit.
I bathe in this moment, a moment that is far too little to become a memory.

And I realize how perfectly meaningless it all is.

I reach for the sky as if it’s going to take my
hand.

I feel infinite.
Nothing could spoil this perfectly meaningless moment.

My head so utterly empty, my eyes just observing all the awful beauty of this world.
Here I am so alive, but my body lays lifeless.
I feel myself ascend into the stars, and I glimpse upon myself for what I truly am.
A body that means everything to someone, and utterly nothing to another.

There I am.
So flawed, so perfect, so meaningless.

Home, great

We’re stuck at home, great
We have to wear masks, great
We can’t go outside, great
We have to be six feet away from other people, great
Hand sanitizer, more like Anti-Rona juice

We’re stuck at home, great
Haven’t seen my friends in a while, great
Can’t really talk to them, great
School is online, great
Can’t see my family, great
Just, please wear a mask, that would be great.

home: a tiny arch in the wall of a house
this house belongs to a mouse!
the walls and floors of the bigger house belong to a man,
who owns every product made by ray-ban.

the man is very rich, obviously,
but the life of the mouse isn’t always filled with glee.

the mouse must be very quiet, you see,
because no one knows about him except for you and me.
as he scuttles soundlessly, softly along the smooth walls like a stealth mission spy,
he sniffs the air for pumpkin pie.

there! as he turns into the kitchen,
he comes face to face with a ginger-colored kitten!
he jumps onto the counter, and grabs a slice of pie.
as he sprints home, he chuckles, and says, “my, my!”

and this, you see is the life of a mouse,
who lives in a 4 sqft. house.
constantly on the run, in every biome,
always to come back home.

Who Am I you ask thinking aloud
what am i meant to be you look in the mirror
what if i don’t want to be different from the crowd
you think things not getting clearer
am i a boy or a girl my identity undefined
am i she or him on the who is really inside
why am i like this your thoughts intertwined
confused you stand there and carelessly quietly cried
who do i like boys, girls, all, none
you are confused with your feelings
is it wrong to like more than just one
you feel like telling others is just too revealing
so you will hide unable to share your emotions
forever drowning in your underhanded ocean.

The blue jay sang,
The penguin swayed.
Birds are beautiful,
And dutiful.
They have wings,
And can sing.
They are gentle,
Can be monumental.
Birds are beautiful,
And Glorious.

Clouds cover the sky
You sit by the window,
Waiting
The rain comes
Pouring, Soaking
Everything it touches
Lightning flashes
Light peeks through the clouds
Rain starts to subside
You see a rainbow
You go outside
Signs of life everywhere
Birds
Foxes
Sparrows
Poking their heads out
Life goes on

2:00 pm – wishing on stars is not real, I’ve tried

4:00 pm – Why is mom getting worried

6:00 pm – Dad turned on the news after work today, bad idea

8:00 pm – the house is silent except for the comforting words of my father as my mother weeps until they both start crying

10:00 pm – My little sister came into my room crying saying she was scared, I think she is just lonely

12:00 am – I miss the embraces of my friends

2:00 am – why do I miss a home that i once new but now I can’t remember

4:00 am – Everyone’s finally asleep, I look out the window, waiting for the next car to pass by

6:00 am – Mom yells time for school, no sleep once again

8:00 am – I put on the smile that is not mine but a strangers, a very familiar stranger

10:00 am – I stare at the floor, someone waves their hand in front of my face

12:00 pm – It will get better I tell myself picking at my food

And it did. A lot. Maybe wishing on stars does work.

I can do it

I CAN do it

I can DO it

I can do IT

Nope
not today

No

I should have done it

Next time

nope