Author: Keuvin W.

Dribble, shoot, pass, score,
Basketball is what I live for.
The ball is life, the court is home
Where players shine, and greatness is known
With every shot and every play Basketball brings joy, every day.

I am from a book.
From lavender and sweatpants.
I am from the brown house
With the rainbow floral garden
I am from the big, leafy tree
That sits, its green leaves soaking up
The golden sun.
I am from the cinnamon-scented candles
And decorating the pine.
From Speak Louder and Talk Slower.
I’m from going to the place every
Sunday morning to worship Him.
I am from the place where cowboys used to ride
And the country of the free.
I am from Lefsa and icecream and BBQ.
I’m from when I scraped my leg,
And my brother rushed to my aid.
I am from Texas.

I’m from stain remover
From H.E.B. and Art Class
I am from the giant red house at the top of the hill, and the tiny, quaint one with the baby-blue door
I am from the bamboo swing in my front yard, and the dead, yellow grass below it
I am from parties and gatherings on my back porch, complete with a movie projector and deep-dish pizza
From Aileen and Lawrence
I’m from Target trips and iced lemon loaves
I’m from the random to-do lists and doodling on restaurant napkins
From, “Play Taylor’s Version!” and “Let’s go already!”
I’m from gratitude and love
From Singapore, Taiwan, California, and Texas
Pulled pork tacos and fried rice
From the ACL my mom tore while surfing, and the trip my grandma made as an immigrant

Under my dresser, a cookie tin holds gift cards, keychains, letters from friends
All little things that remind me of the past
And memories I’ll never forget.

The bustling streets of the city,
An Asian boy walks with delight
With eyes that sparkle and a smile so bright,
He walks glamorous as if taking flight.

His hair is black and silky as the night,
And his face is a canvas, a work of delight.
His skin is golden, tanned by the sun,
And his cheeks are rosy, a sight for anyone.

He’s a curious soul, always eager to learn,
With a heart full of passion and a mind that yearns.
He dreams of a world that’s fair and just,
Where love and kindness go, and hate is crushed.

In his eyes, you can see a fire that burns,
A flame that never dies, a spirit that yearns.
For greatness and joy, for love and peace,
For a world where all can thrive and experience release.

So if you see him walking down the street,
Smiling and waving at everyone he meets,
Know that he’s a warrior, a hero in the making,
A boy with a dream, a destiny in the making. good

Oh shoes oh shoes
You are always on my feet
Oh shoes oh shoes
You are not good to eat
Oh shoes oh shoes
Everyone wears a shoe
Oh shoes oh shoes
Just look for them at the zoo
Oh shoes oh shoes
I found you in the dumpster
Oh shoes oh shoes
Whoever trashed you was a munster
Oh shoes oh shoes
I don’t want you to say no
Oh shoes oh shoes
Witch is why i won’t propose
Oh shoes oh shoes
Your getting kinda stinky
But I wear you instead
Oh shoes oh shoes
I this poems getting long
Oh shoes oh shoes
I’m going to play ping pong.
Oh shoes oh shoes

I used to be doubtful but
Now I’m hopeful.

I used to stay sitting but now
i stand with happiness

I use to be tired and bored but,now i’m like a flower sometimes happy sometimes a bit down

I use to drag on the floor like a wet towel trying to be dry but,now every step i take lets out a little hope into each step

Now I feel whatever I want to feel whatever, i want to be
Whatever makes me happy in life.

A wishbone of our fortunes
Bones breaking into sands
A careful balance in our grips
Holding steady in our hands

Something we know
Don’t let go
Something we don’t
Must break

Our lives will diverge
When I go away
You alone,
Left behind in the wake

But as you know,
We will meet again
Although we won’t know when

Against each other
My own brother
Our minds divided twins

I am from the cold, snowy winters.
From feeling safe alone at night.
I am from my beloved baby kitty,
And from visiting my great-grandparents from time to time.
I am from the short summers and long winters.
From the orange trees that fall from the trees.
I am from a tall, slim, Baby Blue duplex home, then to moving a lot.
From the loud, yet short car rides.
I am from the pastel gummies to the picky eating.
From so much excitement, it’s quite loud yet outgoing.
I am from the big basements and no attic.
From nearby destinations.
I am from a place I can call home.

I can never be the one for anyone
I can never find the one
What is the one?
The one that loves you unconditionally
The one that sacrifices everything for you
The one that would fight for you
Kill for you
Do anything to keep you protected
Do those exist out there?
Will they ever exist out there?
Do they only exist in my imagination
My imagination filled with unicorns and butterflies
All lies
Everyone tells me love is pain
Love hurts again and again
Love is hard to explain
But it’s also hard to explain
Hard to obtain
It’s hard to maintain
It’s hard to contain
Yet I still want to be missed
Knowing he does not exist

That rude little thing stares at me
‘He probably wants to poke my knee
Not going to happen, not today
Not tomorrow or in any way

That green face with his little knives
So its time
To get my revenge
On those little green men

First, I go to bed
Then he will be dead
No, I Won’t he screams
I will stay alive all nice and green

Oh yes you will be dead
Oh no I won’t Be dead
Cause you can’t kill me
Because of my Barrier of poky things

Yes I can
I have killed so many houseplants
So time for you too
And there he goes which makes me a little blue