Month: April 2022

the Stage is where i feel safe.
Yes, this is my place,
with all that spotlight on my face.

my dirty feet on the hard marley floor,
oh Yes, i want even more.

it know its not a phase,
I Know This because all it does is amaze.

Yes, the stage is no phase.
i feel safe.
the spotlight,
the floor,
all of it.
the Stage.

Oh, my beloved books,
You could never leave me!
There could never be a space
Between you and me!
You’re like my very best friend,
Until the very end!

You always bring me joy
Every time I see you!
And nothing could ever beat you!
You always make me happy!
Oh my beloved books!

Pencil in my hand,
Not really caring what I’m drawing
I want to do better
I want to learn art
I have to learn art
I want to be an artist!

I have to get better
But will I?
Not now
But then how?
It’s in my heart!
I just need to learn art!

I’m going to achieve it
I believe it
I’m going to make it!
And when I do,
I’m going to make the most of it
They are not going to be plain
They will make me proud
They will make me stand tall
I will be a brick wall
And nothing can break me!

One time we had some snow
It was not very long ago
Although you may say
It is very fun to go out and play
It was not that day

You could say it was more ice than snow
But whatever you want to call it
You should have your gloves in tow

We could not ride in our car that day
For there could have been black ice
On the way
Coming in and having chocolate warm
Will help keep you cozy after the storm.

My favorite food is really yummy,
My favorite food is as sweet as sugar.
I love my favorite food when it is in my tummy.
Some don’t like it, I think they are a booger.

The flakey dough
melts in my mouth.
But wait! It’s too hot! You have to blow,
It’s as hot as the old south.

My favorite food is Sopapillas.
I love the soft white powder,
I wish I could have them every día.
Although, I would probably start chewing louder.

I love Sopapillas through and through,
If you love them too, come join my crew.

The soft glow,
always walking beside you
being the light.
brightens your day.

A scent,
like a blooming flower
on a warm spring day.
being the light.
Brightens your day.

You watch the wick,
slowly withering away.
Unlike your memories,
from that old spring day.
Being the light.
Brightens your day.

Since the beginning,
We’ve set out to explore
Curiosity drives us
To achieve so much more

We’ve traversed the Earth
Conquered the globe
No longer pursuing four corners
Instead, voyaging with space probes

Fought with Nature
Pushed Her back
Built up defenses
Lit up the night black

We’ve invented and tinkered
The wheel and cars, oh wow!
And, there’s genetic coding!
But minds are stuck in iPhones, somehow

Despite these accomplishments
We are always and still striving
Moving and craving for more, more, more
As soon as we’re arriving
We decide:
There’s always more to look for.

Nighthawks soar in the gloom of the night, gazing intently at the nearby fauna of savannas
Amaryllis flowers possess the utmost beauty everyone desires
Trees wilt from the gust and breeze, which lurks about at a tip-toeing pace in the air
Ulysses butterflies hover in the lush and scintillating light fluttering from flower to flower
Ribbiting frogs inhabit the undergrowth of the rainforest, whipping their tongue out at nearby nutriment
Everything is a crafted and evolved creation, but not anything is perfect

There are fairies beneath the moss who
Come out from
Their homes to water their roof of green
When the sun is big and gold

Come out from
The closet
When the sun is big and gold,
My love

The closet:
It is safe and dark,
My love,
So stay if you want, if you need

It is safe and dark
Beneath the blood or the blue
So stay if you want. If you need
To, come back to me

Beneath the blood or the blue
The fairies hold each step
To come back to me
In the growing green carpets

The fairies hold each step,
Each burden you leave
In the growing green carpets
Painted over crumbling earth

Each burden you leave
Becomes sunlight
Painted over crumbling earth
You hide within

Becomes sunlight,
Sweet honey dripping from your teeth while
You hide within
The dusty dawn

The air is heavy
Sticking to my skin
Falling over everything
Making each exhale
Drop like rain
And each inhale
Stink like fish and foul breath

It’s quiet
And empty
Not a ghost town
For cars line the street and
A shop’s door is propped open with a fan,
And not silent
For the insects buzz
A bird chirps
And somewhere you can hear a low hum.

“Look here”
A concrete building
One wall
Once bright orange
Is peeling and faded
Mold and mildew makes a canvas of a wall across the alley
And if you know where to look
You’ll see train tracks once ran straight through it
“We used to go here to see play’s
They moved to the old movie theater after a flood
The building hasn’t been used in years”

Down the street
We walk
Stepping over reflective puddles of rainwater
Filling in dips in the sidewalk
Like the glass dome of the sky shattered
And the shimmering blue-gray slices fell to Earth

“Here,
This is the Heritage House
The roof was damaged in the last hurricane
See
There
The tarps are everywhere now
You never know if it’s money
Or waitlists for roofers”

And the town opens its wounds again
Blowing blue tarps in the wind
The ocean swallows the land.