Author: AsaW

I get jealous of the time,
How it ticks before my eyes.
I can see it change,
See the minutes peel away.
How it tallies
Rolls forward.
So linear,
Strolling in pace with the sun

I sleep between the clouds,
hang my clothes
on crescent moons.
I linger in the past
In the minutes that wont slough off,
Slipping into yesterday’s photographs,
Hanging every grievance to dry.
I’ll perch on the chem trails,
Re-reading faded notes,
Each kept crunchy letter.
Oh the ink-clad heartache,
So tender still,
I sleep with the memories
And bathe in the rust.

Feel the wind rushing in.
Now all the petals on the ground.
Feel the breeze through your hair, sunflowers everywhere.
Sunflowers above the grass like the sun above all.
At night foxes in the bay kissing their babies and hitting the hay.

I’m like the sun
I’m like the Moon

like the morning Breeze that welcomes you to the day
like the rain who keeps you inside

I’m like that River so calm and clear
I’m like that flood tears everything away

my Smiles could light up the world
and I’m a pot boiling over with anger

this is me and I’m proud of me
I’m like everything

The oldest TV you’ll ever see,
A old kaleidoscope that works just fine,
Two ancient shoes lost to time,
Ankle braces hidden away,
Knee Braces he’s probably looking for,
A wrapper or two from granola bars,
Sawdust under the carpet,
Pictures of Grandma he was able to keep,
Photos of Mom and her siblings,
Even though he lives here no more,
You can always find him,
On the wall,
On the floor,
Under the door,
Everywhere,

Football or Futbol, people always argue
The United States, or the EU.
One you throw to other people with a ball
The other you kick it and hope it doesn’t hit the wall
Both are played on different continents
Both sports started small like multiple tents.

Futbol is played world wide
But football is better, that’s no lie.
That may be because I am American,
But I have been around the world,
Seen a Toucan.
We all have favorite our favorite team
See them bigger and taller than the others like a big beam.

In the end it doesn’t matter which sport is better or right
Just make sure with the other sport to not fight.

The room was dark then BOOM!
The sound was a bomb,
It lit up my bedroom
The room was bright,
Then night,
I went under my bed,
but bumped my head.

Through the ages,
The storm rages,
I scare little kids,
With a,
BAM
BOOM
BAM.

You see the light,
Then comes a lot of fright,
It also scars dogs,
Sometimes hogs,
Destroys logs,
It follows with fog,
That’s what thunder is.

I am from the church I grew up in
I am from the old swingset that would go rickety rack
I am from the teenage mutant ninja turtle I would watch on sundays
I am from the the old xbox 360 I would play everyday
I am Josue Bautista San Agustin

old Nerf gun from a forgotten childhood
your clothes some too big, and some that should be handy downs for your brother
pictures your mom stuck in there because she needed extra space
some soccer cleats you only use for that special day your coach calls you out on the field.

There was once a piece of clay
Soft, fresh, and new
Perfect to mold and shape
Into a pleasant view
A sculptor came along
And eyed the simple lump
He thought it needed more detail
“I’ll make an intricate rose,”
But this, the clay didn’t want
The delicate petals that emerged
From the sculptor’s hands
Were beautiful and fragile
But the sculpture wasn’t sturdy
And that the clay couldn’t stand
It pleased the sculptor, though,
So clay kept its form
Until a girl came along
And didn’t like the shade of brown
“It needs to be red,”
The girl said
And grabbed a vermillion dye
She rubbed it all over the clay
‘I don’t like this,’ it wanted to cry
However, the girl was satisfied
And that was all that mattered
So the clay kept its color
Until a boy came along
And looked at the clay in disgust
Bend it, dye it, twist it he might
But nothing the boy did
Made the clay a prettier sight
So he left the weary old hunk to be
And no one touched it after that
With that, the clay was free
Of expectations, complications
Of something it did not want to be.

What’s in a school locker?
In a school locker, there is that crumbled-up paper that was due weeks ago,
but forgotten about
In a school locker, there is the chip bag that you got from lunch,
that you are just waiting to eat in a class that allows snacks.
In a school locker, there is a lousy decoration you put in your locker,
But forgot about that nearly fell off.
In a school locker, there is your backpack that barely fits.
What is in your school locker????