Author: KianN

Someone calls for help, a hero stands tall,
Jorge Pastore, he answered the call.
A firefighter paramedic, brave and true,
To the sound of sirens, he rushed on through.
From Parkland to Marjory Stoneman Douglas High,

He faced the darkness, he heard the cry.
A guardian of the injured, heeding his call.
In the line of duty, he gave his all,
Then a new path he’s seen, an officer he became,

To serve and protect, to honor their names.
With courage and valor, he wore the badge no matter the day,
In the face of danger, he stood his ground,
A hero for some, forever a “dad” he will be renowned

His legacy shall live on, through the lives he touched
He shall be remembered as a hero, who has been admired so very much
With a sacrifice never forgotten, and a spirit always strong
In the hearts of many, you will forever belong

With an outpouring of tears, we must say farewell to a pioneer
“Rest easy, Officer Pastore, we’ll take it from here”

I Am a Dog

I am a dog

Yes, it is quite true

A dog that runs through fields of golden grass

And plays with the other animals

I guard my sheep friends while they sleep at night

And I make humans grin and gleam

I bark at unknown figures that lurk in the tree shadows

And I protect with all my might

My human will give me fresh meat and treats

And I give him kisses in return

I bask in the sun

And I listen to the chickens while they speak

My mud puddle is my favorite toy

And the cool rain will wash away the crust when I’m done

I am a dog

Yes, you know it is true

This life that I live is nice

And I am happy

Leo and kitty
I find them both real pretty
Both grey tabby cats
Both prey on rats

Kitty rules the house
Moving sly like a mouse
Intimidating anyone who goes near
Filling them with fear

Leo is a bit plump
He can barely even jump
His extra toe
Makes him glow

The last thing I have to say
Is how I love to play
With kitty and leo
We make a great trio

When the sun fell on the horizon long ago,
A tale of emotion emerged beneath the glowing sky
With Cupid’s arrow bouncing through the land
It struck down
Through the hearts of the two below

In the passion-filled sky.
In the green meadows,
Lovely whispers are spoken
And desire gleamed like never before

The maid’s heart, the knight’s plea,
Written with a quill
No heartbreaks, nor one-sided affection,
Only sealed messages in the mouth of a dove

Where the shadows dance,
Hearts dance in the ballet of love.
With lovely melodies and minstrel’s joy,
Dancing beneath the full moon

From youth to silver hair, hope continued
Love’s tale stayed without compare
Thus, let the bells ring louder and louder.

It went from coloring books and plastic barbies
To football games and massive parties
The girl who used to play air guitar
Is soon to get her very first car

Since when was time a flying blur?
Will things go back to what they once were?
When nothing hurt, but a scrape on the knee
How we cried and wept when we feel from a tree

The girl sits in silence, earbuds plugged in
Is she really the person she wants to be within?
Her heart is as vast and as wide as the barents
But, it’s been hours since she talked to her parents

So the girl gets up and goes off to school
With her new shoes on so she looks extra cool
She doesn’t even like them, it’s just what’s in style
she heads her head high and fakes a huge smile

Her day was the same, as it always will be
She slumps on her bed, and has her first meal… At 3.
Her phone lights her face up, as she stalks the new “news”
And realizes nobody even layed eyes on her shoes

It’s been 30 years, the girl is now grown
She’s moved, she’s now off and alone
she wears what she wants, no matter how tacky
This change has made her so very happy

Until she gets a girl of her own
She has endless friends yet feels so alone
The mother sighs, it’s been 40 years
When she realizes, this feeling will never disappear

I dropped pennies down an endless well
They began singing a tuneless song
As they hit the bottom clink clink clink
So lovely yet so wrong

The well doesn’t have an ending
No place for a penny to play
It’s soulful sullen instrument
So what’s the melody I hear ringing today?

Maybe it’s just kind courtesy
All in well because I paid
With my tinny tiny copper coins
For me the well, it sang

And what a morose song it played
With words of loss and fear
It told a tragic tale
A tragic tale I swear was told though no words built homes my ears

The tune made my feet sink into the mud
At the bottom of the bottomless well
The hairs on my head brushed the roof of the sky
‘Til the song turned into a yell

Then rather than fall, I floated up
From the pit that leaves this earth
This was years ago but still I remember how it felt
To have a penny, a song, a peaceful mind all at the same worth

Madness
This is what this feels like
Feels like
Flying
Falling
Dying
Laughing
I die laughing
So much my ribs shatter
But they never did much for me anyway
Just breathed
I try to just breathe
But my ribs are broken
And all that’s left is madness

Insanity is the definition
Of repeating the same thing
And expecting a different outcome
You should know
That I am not insane.
I will not wait, hoping,
For a different outcome
I have been spurned enough times
By insanity
To know that I will cut that bridge
And burn it to ashes
Before I ever let you hurt me again.

My hands, they hold my body
Mold my skin like clay
There’s no one else to hold me
My hands say it’s okay

If these fingers are my mountains
Then my tears create the sea
But my hands have been the pitchers
That keep them safe for me

Dirt encrusted nail beds
Secrets between each vein
My hands hold all my heartache
My makeshift lidocaine

Ten fingers clot the bleeding
Two elbows squeezing tight
One cut against a thousand
My hands say we’re alright

Knuckles slot my rib cage
Knees against my chest
My soul in mottled digits
Sanity undressed

I am sort of funny
I want a bunny
I love my brother
I love my mother

I love cats
But, I don’t like rats
I have striped socks
And, I love shiny rocks

I am also an artist
And, most likely the smartest
I love to sketch
And, sometimes I stretch

I love to design
I am also nine
I’m in fourth grade
And, I like to hair braid

I love to drink soda
But, I don’t like Yoda
My favorite color is pink
But, don’t tell anyone – wink wink