Author: DucMinhD

I used to be stupid but now I’m still stupid,
I used to see my best friend but not anymore,
I used to play soccer and luckily I still do,
I used to be clueless, still am,
I used to say googoogaga but now I can form sentences and write poems,
I used to be small but now I’m bigger and stronger than when I was a little boy.

When you look around every corner
you’ll see buildings like no other
new people you’ll discover
with stores home to thousands of gadgets
with a unique specialty of food.

I love summer
It makes me want to fly
The ocean hitting the shore
The sunset on the sand
I wish summer could last forever
I love summer

A white pair of pants
Some blue socks
My uniform shirt
A hat
A belt
Some cleats
My Baseball bag
My glove
And my smile

I know when everyone wakes
And goes to whatever place they may go
If they eat healthy or not
And when they play
I am Day

On day one of being alive
I thought I was gonna be an only child
And then my brother who has a twin
Came into my house hold

My brother can be as nice as a nun
Or as evil as satan himself
But besides how he acts
We do share a lot of memories

Like the big oak tree next door
Or the black spotted gray dog we had
Or when he jumped off a chair and broke his leg
Or The one time he stole my piggy bank

All these memories are fun to remember
But what really matters is that i’m not
The only child anymore.
In fact I have 3 siblings including
My brother.

Space is massive.
All the stars and planets,
What a place to be.
The black image,
Racing comets and stars!
Endless amounts coming.

Could you travel
The galaxy of darkness?
Who knows what could happen,

The vast majority.
Nobody could tell,
How big it is.
On forever,
So massive.
No one discovered,
A different place.

I don’t want to write a poem.
Why am I forced to?
Poems aren’t for me,
Maybe someone else in my family tree,
But I think my choices should be free.

Maybe because I don’t want to show them,
Maybe because my ideas don’t flow.
Everyone says that poetry is a “hidden gem”,
But I don’t think so.

Maybe in May,
Maybe someday,
Maybe in another unexpected way,
I’ll see why people love poetry.

I open the door to see you but yet you wonder who? For you have forgotten
The love I have for you is as a full glass but yours is forgotten dull and old
I talk to you in quiet tones but you do not speak for you have forgotten

Who are you to come into my home
speak to me in quiet tones
But how could I tell you to leave
For my voice has been long ago forgotten

It’s as if I see the holes turning into chasms
Your mind was once a butterfly sanctuary but that was long ago the butterflies have all flown away
You still water the gray old grass
As night and day dance I still see you trying to play the game of life
I wake up one day and
You have forgotten

I used to not be trapped in a cage
But now I am stuck in the cage
I used to have unlimited possibilities,
But now I don’t.
I used to doodle on everything
But now I don’t
I used to have limitless dreams that touched the sky
But now the dreams are being replaced by assignments
So soon I won’t have anything to dream about
Except the dreams that have been turned into work
So now I am lonely with all my tasks
I wonder if anyone will come to my rescue
And help me escape everything