Month: December 2022

When the topic comes up
Words
Flow,
Excitement
Takes over,
My smile is
Genuine.

When school is
Rough
It’s my
Motivation
Classes are difficult,
My passion is
ablaze,
My light at the end of the
Tunnel.

Every waking moment
I see my
Future.
Science,
A love for helping,
Animals

The possibilities of
Affecting
Lives
For the better
The wish
To influence
The community
Reaching even further,
The wellness of all my
Future
Clients
Always being there for those who need someone to
Lean on
Becoming Sherlock
Explaining the issue.

At the end of the day, I can come
Home
And think to myself

“I saved lives today.”

A twin or a friend,
A family of four,
A class full of students,
Or a sibling of yours,
You are you,
And no one can change
That you are special,
Even if some people think that you’re strange,
You are you and that you can’t change.

I am from the space wall that is above my bed.
From Brentwood Elementary & my Nintendo switch

I am from a sweet, sometimes mad family
And from my architect and graphic design mom and dad

I am from the climbable trees at Brentwood park
Whose branches stretch out wide

I am from the fun game baseball
And the awesome rock music on my iPod

I am from my mean sister and my not-so-funny mom
And from my dad’s famous ribs and guacamole

I am from those moments when I get hurt and my sister checks on me

I believe, I believe,
I believe the world is nice,
And the people are too
I believe that I can be me and you can be you,
And our home can be anywhere,
I believe, I believe,
That I’m just right and you are too

I trail my pencil onto this lined parchment,
I press down slightly and draw symbols we
Have symbolized for our communication’s sake.
And I draw these symbols
For they, can sing more beautiful songs than I, they shall tell stories that never leave my lips
They tell secrets darker than the night sky
Words begin worlds,
Words delineate our futures.
Words do harm without ever leaving their place.

Words last. Words feel. Words connect.

Because I could not originate for Thought,
they did kindly originate for me.
Pause to originate, like Thought do.

How happy are Tricky notion!
Do notion make you shiver?
do they?

How happy are progressive cerebration!
Down, down, down into the darkness of the cerebration,
Gently they go – the chronic, the advanced, the forward-looking.

Reflection, however hard they try,
Will always be yellow.
Reflection are unhealthy. reflection are colored,
reflection are fearful, however.

Because I could not originate for Thought,
they did kindly originate for me.
Shuffle. shuffle, shuffle.

Ode to the clothes
They caught the food we dropped when we were 1
They were bought often for us cause we grew everyday when we were 5
They kept us warm when we were 9
They gained us the friends in school when we were 11
They covered the so called fat we hated when we were 13
They covered or wrists and thighs when we wanted no one to see them when we were 14
So
Ode to the clothes
As they have never left us when so many have

She dances with grace, like the sun
With that she does not fret
Like a braided ribbon that never comes undone
And a shadow with a perfect silhouette
That Smile that casts a light, yet weighs a ton
For she is one with the music, not once going offset

Gliding across the stage’s wooden field
Colorful stars illuminating her
The beauty of night is hers to wield
Roaring applause creates a vicious blur

Tears streaming a burning cheek
A performance so quaint and erratic
Her dance can make one weak
But in during all this, there is no thought, just static

Opening the door
to the
comforting blue,
pale and calming

Eager for relief,
my mattress firmly
supports.

After snuggling in,
the weight
f
a
l
l
s upon
bringing a peace
within

My pillow,
wrapped around,
embracing me.

A hug on a cloud,
Weighed down,
relieves the
emerging thoughts.

A look around,
the dim scarlet lights
give a surprising
peace as I
fade away into the night