Month: January 2023

I get in bed,
and I close my eyes,
I think and think,
about how to go to sleep;
I read a book,
and I start to cook,
but still can’t go to sleep,
I go to the restroom:
and get some water,
I get in bed,
and.

Under the couch
Cushions
Luna falls asleep,
She lies in a heap;
She closes her eyes and yawns a coupe
Times,
She stretches her legs,
Flips over again,
She spins her tail,
And doses off to sleep
She dreams about
Eggs,
She also dreams about wails,
Then she wakes up to start the cycle again

In the early morning, he is stretching
jumping out the bed
getting dressed
eating
in the car
ready
your there
stretch,its time
first,second half
end
your happy or sad.

My thoughts are plugged up
My thoughts are blocked by clouds
Not able to see or flow
My imagination can not come in without my thoughts
So, please clouds go away

Back in the day, there was a lot of pain
in each and every way
Women had fewer rights, the soldiers would always fight at night
they kept on playing that old game
of course, the children were singing there wonderful smiles were gleaming
until they knew what was coming
slavery wasn’t new it had always been there
slaves weren’t even paid a dime
after all that long amount of time
Some people would think nothing of it, and others started throwing a fit
Those who said “let them be free,”
I would always end up dead
Soon guns rumbled marches had begun
people were pleading for slavery to end
so the states thought things must change
they fought through the night and their play was finally ending
Speeches were told embrace was shown
people would say it was a happy ending
but something else was beginning
People picked up their signs and started to march
not on the side where they started
they walked day and night it was unbelievable that they also wanted to gain
women rights

Candy, candy mania
Opposite of Transylvania.
Gotta love the candy
So fine and dandy
Treats to sweets
To sugar-filled streets
Super sour crania,
Candy candy mania…
Don’t stay too long
Or you’ll be gone
RUN while you can,
Before it’s too late
Or you will become
The candies you ate.

I wish to be cool
I wish to be 6 feet
I wish to be in the NBA
I wish to meet Stephen Curry
I wish to live in Florida

In the house
the dog is tired
he played all day
he lays down
stretches with relief
tongue lies limp
spreads out on the floor
drooling as he drifts off
hears someone coming
slowly lifts up his loose eyelids
person comes over
pets his curly fluff
limp and tired
he drifts off like
a leaf in the wind

On chilly days,
When I am cold,
Nothing is better
Than hot cocoa.
Hot and creamy
Nice and dreamy
All around steamy…
There’s marshmallows, too!
I love this brew!

I look at you like an author looks at their book
my silver stories clasped onto a matching chain
keeping my wrist company, and reminding me who I am.

You are an ode in yourself
you’ve dedicated your mere purpose to me
I can remember my own stories,
but the dangling charms are nice remembrances.

I love how you shine in the light
illuminating some of my darkest days
I love how you jingle when I walk
singing sweet assurances you can’t really say.

I look at the girl on whose wrist I sit, and I say
Look at how far you’ve come
from your childhood nickname to your first boyfriend
when you lose yourself I will be here
and remind you where you’re from.

A coconut tree…
A name tag given to me by my grandmother on my birthday,
the name that has stuck with me since I was old enough to respond to it
“My little coconut,”
“CooCoo,”
When my real name escapes her mouth it sounds almost foreign
A turtle…
An annual family trip to the coast featuring a special guest,
the first boy I’ve brought home
Our adventures in ghost tours, restaurants, and swimming
in the shape of an endangered beauty from the sea
A pendant…
A gift from my parents that brought tears to my eyes,
received on the day my boyfriend officially became family
mine and his initials engraved on a small oval,
that quickly claimed its spot as one of my favorites
A letter…
A,
the first character casted in my splendid show of a name
The name I’m known by in public but never addressed by at home
The second name in the list my mother made before my birth
I appreciate it, for I do not fit the shoes of a girl named Shianne

You are a fine luxury,
but still portrayed as cheap replacement to gold
To me you are worth more than money
To me you are my life story

I will continue to fill you with memories
until one day you cannot hold anymore,
for you are full of my stories.