Month: January 2023

Ever since I was young, I looked at the stars every night.
I always thought they were beautiful, shining so bright.
But what I never knew is that one day I would be shot up in a rocket,
And experience something very few people will ever experience.

238,900 miles away from home,
Walking on a surface unknown,
I saw it. The Earth.

That little blue marble that sustained life,
That little blue marble with its gleaming oceans and soaring heights,
That little blue marble just sitting there in the vast void of space.

All of a sudden I felt bitter and cold,
Are we alone?
Is that tiny blue planet the only place we can call home?
Is there any life other than there?
Anywhere else in this void of despair?

Many people waiting for their seat
People still in their car
I hear the players’ shoes skeet
Our seats are very far
I feel the chilling cold breeze
And the rush of adrenaline when the lights go off as the players are being announced
I might have sneezed
I might have bounced
But I will never get this tense feeling anywhere else

I see a rainbow but not in the sky but in a field of flowers

.I hear the wind howling like a hungry wolf at night.

Petals soft as snow soothes you. The smell of the flowers blooming the pink flowers like strawberries and the red flowers smell like roses ready to strike.

I am a pickle.
I get stuck in a jar.
I hate be eaten.
You pass me through your stomach.

I am sad
When you eat me.
And when you put me in a jar.

I am happy
When you smile after eating me
And when you are healthy.

I would like to change
My size
And be able to talk.
So I can tell my owner to
Open the jar faster!

I am a water bottle full of water,

I make sure people aren’t thirsty,

I sometimes spit in your face when you try to open me,

I feel sad when you spill me,

I feel happy when you take me with you,

I would like to change how few times you drink me,

I would tell my owner to take better care of me.

I wish Christmas would come
To open the present
To make my wish come true
Oh how I want to Christmas would come
To drink the warm drinks

I wish Christmas would come
To have the feast
To eat and eat and eat
I wish Christmas would come
But most of all
To love my family

As the flow of winter starts
the snow will fall
As spring will beat
And stall like a heart of summer’s body
The heat comes upon us as
We sit and wait till the cold air arrives again.

The first season gets warmer with time
The season make the green appear again
The season makes the butterflies rise
The season tells us the year begins

The second season is the hottest time of the year
The season makes the green appear brighter
The season tells the squirrels to get food for the next season
The season tells us we finished the first half of the year

The third season gets colder with time
The season makes the green fade away
The season makes the butterflies fly away
The season tells us we are near the end of the year

The last season is the coldest time of the year
The season make the green disappear fully
The season make the bears hibernate
The season tells us we are at the end of the year

And the seasons repeat all over again.

December’s here
Christmas is near
nights cold
sky is bold
alone
hours of people passing them happily
bags and baskets filled with toys
but nothing for what Christmas is for
left to rot
not given a thought
alone
shivering
derelict.