Author: nimaha

A sweat
coming down my cheeks
A sun
burning in my face
Anger
rising upon my full body
Lava
rippling down a volcano
A red hard color
In a bulls eye waiting to be defeated
A red flaming cardinal hair
In a nest

is the Symphony in Red

 

They
Don’t
Know
how wide the river is between
Us
But
They
Know
How easily I can fall in
the river
and be swept away by
Its selfishness.
I
Know how to be
IN
The world but
Not
OF
the world.
who are they? You might ask?
Like I told you
Its a wide river between me and the river.

 

My phone is my Heroin,
My charger is the needle,
My Brain is the plug.

I’m no drug addict.
I’m just addicted to
My phone and all the
Things it has on it.

My phone tends to make
Me stay inside more.
It tells me watch videos,
Send messages,etc.

I’m always looking down
At my phone.And it tells
Me to keep looking down
And don’t look up.

I don’t have the fun times
In my Brain.Because they
Are all saved on my
Phone.
My phone is basically my brain.
It controls me.

Akins High School

9

What The Color Blue Means To Me
Blue, blue is the color of sadness
The color of tears from my blue eyes

Freshly dyed blue hair to match my blue lips
after a cold swim in the blue ocean

The blue water to match the little blue sail boat
In the little blue sail boat are sailors wearing blue uniforms

Blue uniforms belong to the navy
where blue blood is spilled from blue veins

Blue veins run through my body my skin turning blue,
My blue skin to match my blue mind,

With my blue mind comes blue thoughts,
Of swallowing blue pills and going under my blue covers.

 

Monday-
do I have to go back to school?
Learning makes me drool.
Grab my toast and leave with a “you’re gonna be late.”
Then a push on me and my brother Nate.
Tuesday-
here comes the week!
Leaving anxious with a kiss on the cheek.
Ooh I have violin today.
Violin is fun to play.
Wednesday-
Look I’m at the top of the hill!
Monday Tuesday up with a shrill.
Thursday Friday down but I’m on top!
I’m half way through and not ready to stop.
Thursday-
Waiting waiting for tomorrow.
But that doesn’t mean it’s full of sorrow!
Speeding up down the hill steep
Speeding up on the week
Friday-
Finally here finally here the end of the hill!!
My bucket of hopes for the weekend is yet to fill!
Time flies through the day.
Can’t wait to hang out in the Friday cafe.
Saturday & Sunday-
Look at my list of fun to dos!
Wait this is only a list of zoos
Looking looking for my list.
When I find it it’s blank this adds a bit of a twist.

 

Watching as you entrance me into a gaze that wont let me look away
The colors of
blue
orange
and yellow
Dazzle my eyes making me sob,
for the dazaling thing is on my house
burning it
down
into
ashes,
so much for beauty because on the inside its a monster

 

Words.

Love
Beauty
Truth
Happiness
these are words
Hate
Lies
Anger
Loss
these are also words

words can do many things
they can
Win
Lose
Cheat

words can
Build
words can
Destroy

but all words are like pieces,
parts of people,

 

I stand there as guns boom
People run by
Blood and tears soaked the land
Where so many people have died
Screams of pain
Screams of war
The killing
The hurt
Hundreds of men on the floor
Clawing at the blood stained Earth
Was this how all humanity would perish
Something grabs my leg
A boy
About fifteen
His shirt has blood
Children cry
He looks at me with pale blue eyes struggling to find life
To survive
The sky is no longer pale blue like his eyes
It is red as the land
The ocean
The blood
Animals lay wounded
Caught in the arms of death
As the whole Earth seemed to tremble
As it takes it’s final breath

 

There were voices as I sank

Mumbled voices rippling through the black waters

I’m helpless to do anything as the darkness swallows me up

Depending on air to breath I had no chance of survival

Water filled my nose

My lungs

There was no light

Only darkness escaping from the depths

I lay there motionless

Then

He comes

I had imagined

Him to be a light

So bright you couldn’t see

His features

But instead

He had white robes on

And bare feet

He pressed down on my chest

And filled my lungs with air I stood at the bottom of the

Atlantic Ocean

Unable to speak but alive

I breathed the salty current

I felt the endless waters

It was time to go

And I knew it

I took His hand

And closed my eyes

I woke

I was laying on grass

Crystal flowers around me

Colors you couldn’t imagine

I stood up

And looked around

If you saw what I saw

Would you believe it

No Because you haven’t seen it yet

The weight that pulled me from the back

The softest feathers tickling my arms

Wings

The most marvelous wings

I soared high into the sky

Twirling and spinning

There was nothing to slow me down

The joy

The happiness

That now filled me to the brim

But I looked back

Oh how I wish

I hadn’t looked back

For what I saw brought sadness back into my heart

Like a door opening

With inviting hands

Earth

It’s blue waters

And green land

Now was behind me

Small as it was

Blackness surrounded it

Shrouded it in a thick blanket of dark

A trill like a fresh breeze rolling through the air.
A paradise of tropical, lime-like scents.
Petals like delicate silk between my fingers.
A colorful flame you at the seams, amidst a field of cool green.
A taste airy and flavorful, pockets of joy.

Beauty, a spring valley, laughter, radiance, life.

I pluck it from its stem, selfishly claiming its life,
To use as an accessory, to give away in a bundle,
To place on a shelf with its friends
So I can call it a collection.

A symbol of hope, pure and kind.