Author: datlittlechampieissobaeandbae

U.S. Breakfast

ALL rising,
ALL eating,
Rushing out the door,
WE are LIKE like a big U.S. breakfast!
WE are like scrambled eggs,
Salt,
Pepper,
For OUR races,
Eggs for OUR differences.
Cheese for the fallen forgotten people,
The person eating the eggs,
Is who ever is taking over OUR country,
And last but not least,
The empty plate,
Is OUR mistakes,
WE know the mistakes are their,
Just not visible, like the cheese in our eggs.
U.S. lives in awe,
WE learn from our mistakes,
So next breakfast,
YOU wont fight for the last juice box,
Threaten YOUR brother to give him a wet smoochy,
YOU will realize something,
YOU end up in the same place every time,
YOU get in trouble,
Soon to be sitting in the corner,
Alone, in the dark, scared,
That’s why WE need to stay together as a big breakfast buffet,
Not just the eggs,
But also the bagels,
Pancakes,
Waffles,
WE need to stay together not kick people out,
Stay together as one big breakfast buffet.

 

Persistence

Work
Working makes you better and helps you,
You have to work to get STRONGER but,
No one likes work
To get stronger you have to learn to love work
You go to the gym to get STRONGER
You wanna keep going and you don’t want to give up

Your shoulder angel tells you to keep going,
But the devil says to give up
If you want to get STRONGER when you are running
Then you should never give up
Giving up makes you
Weak
You have to be persistent
persistence

 

Loss

She held the light of the sun
she was sweet
she knew the answer to everything
she embraced everyone’s flaws
she is gone

From times I knew her
she was part of my world
part of my soul

Loss
can be a terrible thing
a moment of hatred
though a thing she always knew
was that love never dies
you always have love in the palm of your hand
just buried underneath all the doubts

Loss
can also be a relieving time
a time where grief can be lifted off your shoulders
once you realize the person is in a better place now
where nothing can hurt them

And you feel redemption when you realize
a loss can also be a win
if you let it.

 

Amazed

As I watch the
screen,three years
flash before my
eyes. Defeat,
loss, disappointment,
blow outs, that’s
all the last three
seasons had been
about. But suddenly
everything changed
something happened
that was far too
strange. Crowds erupted, win streaks had been interrupted,
and suddenly everything that I had come accustomed to
was incredibly different. Signs reported “Broncos Win”
newsman had said that they had defied all odds and everything
had suddenly changed. Hopes, Wins, Doubt, had all been crushed as
the clock hit double zero. Everything that I had known about the past three seasons had all been changed. All the dissappointment, loss, defeat, all had been changed.

And while
the future
does not
look quite
as bright
as those shining
lights at that
moment, for
now I can just be
Amazed.

 

True to You

You may want to be cool like your friends,
Stock up on all the latest trends.
Do you have a style,
Do you love to smile.
You gotta be you,
You gotta be true.
Do you have a big heart,
But your friends are mean?
Play your part,
And you will be seen
You are unique,
Not part of a crowd.
You are yourself,
You gotta say it loud!
A true friend will like you for who you are,
So go with your passion, and go with it far.
You gotta be you,
You gotta be true.
You may feel so little,
Like you are so brittle.
But you can change the world.
You are a flower, you have unfurled
Yes, you can change the world
You gotta be you
You gotta be true
To you
You are you
You are great
You gotta be true
Don’t underrate
Yourself
Yes, don’t

 

My Dad is So Stubborn

My dad is so stubborn! He keeps telling me to write my poem now! He does not understand that poetry is not an art that cannot be easily grasped, for though she is a dove in her beauty, she’s a slippery eel to possess. Yet eventually she turns from her persisting nature for the pursuit to fall into your silvery grip after only the longest of chases. Now that I told you how stubborn my dad is, my main problem is the poem I have not yet wrote for the poetry contest. Wait… didn’t I just write it?