Author: Tomas

I Dream a World

I dream a world Where everyone has access to food
everyone’s in a good mood

I dream a world
Where all chips are free
and everyone can be who they want to be
and everyone is glad and nobody is sad.

A world I dream Where everyone is free
and everyone
is where they want to be

I dream
That everyone will have family
and everyone can live happily

I Dream a World

I dream a world
Where everyone has access to food everyone’s in a good mood

I dream a world
Where everyone has access to food everyone’s in a good mood

A world I dream
Where everyone is free and everyone is where they want to be

I dream
That everyone will have family and everyone can live happily

Green Grass

Green grass grows on the ground
Bad weeds grow on the ground
Bad weeds stop green grass
From growing on the ground
I like green grass growing on the ground
I do not like bad weeds
Because they stop green grass
From growing on the ground

Ode to a Magnolia

A magnolia has white flowers
That always smell so bad
They harden into pinecones
In the fall

A magnolia never wonders
Why the skies refuse to cry
And it never thinks about
What others have at all

Magnolia leaves are yellow
Like an opal apple’s skin
That your neighbor would cut for you
With a hug when you walked in

Magnolia leaves on the table
When your family comes to eat
Magnolia blossoms hardened
Into pinecones at each seat

And it sits and waits and wishes
As it stands in your front yard
And it never stops to ask you
Why the world just seems so hard

Always on the brink of death
Your mother said it’s true
But magnolia always made it
And it taught one thing to you

Rivers lakes and oceans
Waterfalls all the way down
Will harden into islands
Full of beaches and hard ground

And though you wish for water
In the thickness of a drought
If there’s one thing that you’ve always known
Magnolias go without.

Where I’m From

I’m from Jaque the peacock,
I’m from Merryweather and Raven,
I’m from a white bricked castle,
A land of fun,
With a sea of blankets and toys
From a place with hot pink steeds,
With wheels for legs.
And a rumbling silver dragon,
takes me to distant lands every day.
I’m from rolling Scates and soaring Griffins,
We glide and slide across
The sky and
fly across the floor.
I am from Mexican Chicken
And Candied Ribs
I am from splashes of paint and colorful crayons,
I am from crisp, clear autumn mornings,
And foggy, rainy, reading days.
That is where I am from.`1

Grandpa

Where to start, his smile was as bright as the sun.
His hugs were so soft and gentle, felt like I was
Hugging a pillow. I never wanted to let go.

Everyone loved him, but they never
laughed at his horrid jokes.

He was an extraordinary person.
filled with Ideas and happiness.

Then evil took him over!!

Cancer flooded through his veins and drained him of all
Happiness. Pale like a vampire, too weak to even talk. And
Then evil won.

His death stung me like a thousand daggers.
The only thing I could taste was my salty tears.

I woke up in all black.

Driving to the cemetery, choking on my tears
All I could see was black. The casket was covered with images.
A purple ribbon on top.

My Grandpa

The most amazing person in the world taken by evil
And I didn’t even get to say goodbye.