Time to Ride

Wake up it’s time to ride,
Dirt flying at my face from every side,
Hit a jump and glide,

Through the trees I glide,
Hear the engine rev as we ride,
I have some friends by my side,

Bigger jumps to ride with my dad at my side,
Sun setting behind me as I glide,
Eat a big meal after the ride,

It fills my heart when I glide, with speed on my side, body filling with adrenaline when I glide.

Baylor Bears

Every time you all get a touchdown
It shows why you are the champs
It makes the other teams Rundown
It really shows when he tramps

Every time you all get A Sack
It sets them back a few Yards
When you all Attack
They better keep up Their Guard

He went through the Tackle
A flair of green and The Gold
He ran faster than a Jackal
The green and The Bold

You should see our coach he’s really a Rueger
We’ll see you in the bowl of Sugar

STOPWATCH

I am a knowledgeable person about science
I wonder why daylight savings time is a thing
I like the day to go fast like a stopwatch
I see the day shorten until the sun is asleep
I want to travel the world to see different cultures
I am a knowledgeable person about science

I pretend that I am a pro basketball player that can dunk
I feel time speed by like an F1 racer
I grip the ball

I worry I might miss the shot as the time runs out
I am a knowledgeable person about science

I understand know daylight savings time is to save electricity
I say that I can dunk
I dream to fly

I try to be the best at everything I can
I hope one day daylight savings time will go away
I am a knowledgeable person about science.

absorbed dream

a constant dreaming state
existing within your own head
a world which you dictate
a more satisfying reality, but instead

you cannot read
you cannot sleep
you have thoughts which you need to feed
in your head you are too deep

to count seconds going by
one , two, three, four, five
why say bye?
when you can thrive.

travel to imagination
go to the Dream destination

About My Writing

Lately, I have not been having fun writing
I am not completely sure why, but it’s true
I can not find a story that’s exciting
Some ideas come to me, but there are few

Ideas always catch me at the wrong time
They never come when my brain is in its prime
I feel like I can never write that much
Maybe all I need to start is a small push

The Black Cat

The black cat.
Dark as the midnight sky,
Soft as a fur coat,
Eyes like a bright yellow moon.

Creeping around,
Low to the ground.
Waiting for something to eat.
Waiting for 1 year.

Then 2 years,
2 turns into 3.
And suddenly 5 years.
5 years but 5 is really five minutes.
Black Cat

I hate poems

I hate poems
my brain thinks slow
one more poem
and my brain will blow

poems aren’t my thing
and when I need a poem
my brain won’t bring
which makes it hard sometimes
to think of good lines

I hate poems
I don’t know how I did this
this might be my best
how did I even finish this

poems are okay
this might not be that bad
when I have to make a poem
it usually makes me sad