Author: remir

Writer’s Block

I hold my pen against the paper,
But only scribbles greet me
Squiggle, doodle, criss cross
I’m lost in a sea of uncertainty

Was there a boy who could finally fit in
Or a monster who found himself a friend?
But, often, things aren’t so simple
That’s too naive in the end

There are so many stories I wish to tell,
But they all get caught up in the tangled mess that is my mind
Could there be a car stranded in the desert?
But with an ending I could never find

Perhaps there’s a girl who looked in the reflection,
But she only saw eyes filled with tears
As she’s losing her grip on the hand that she clung to
While everything around her disappears

Could she ever realize that light’s just around the corner
Bringing hope and a chance to be free
On second thought, maybe not
‘Cause that sounds a just a little too much like me

I Am

I am smart and funny
I wonder why there’s traffic is a thing
I hear birds chirping like “tweet” “tweet”
I want an electric car “vroom” Vroom”
I am smart and funny

I feel happy around friends and family
I pretend the floor is lava and that it’s bubbling “pop” “pop”
I worry about my great-grandma
I cry when I get hurt badly
I am smart and funny

I don’t understand why climate change is happening
I say “Never give up, just keep trying”
I dream about graduating high school
I try to do a backflip
I hope to be a soccer player
I am smart and funny

Whats in my closet

The most random hats that I never wear
The laundry basket that’s overflowing with my clothes.
The big pile of clothes that are next to the laundry basket because they wont fit in the laundry basket.
The clothes that are too small for me and could probably fit an American girl doll.
The scary halloween costumes that make me jump a little
The shoe boxes, not because I’m too lazy to throw them away, but because I want to save them for absolutely no reason.

I Am From

I am from the worn out old couch in the middle of an empty room.
From nearly expired Cheezits and freshly picked avocados.
I am from a full and chaotic household,
And the loud and destructive noises.
I am from the tall oak tree in the back whose branches sway in the wind on an autumn day.
I am from a worn out old bear and the dust covered books,
From a Burbes and a Cantu.
I am from stubbornness and smarts,
And from strong and independent females.
I am from the holy Tritany.
I am from Craig Burbes and Marili Cantu.
From tamales and tortillas.
From the founding of a new world,
And from the gentle plush of old quilts.
I am from those moments of peace and chaos.

Where I’m from

I am from the rain that washed away my fears.
From a minny mouse dress to shorts and a T-shirt.
I am from a clean modern home that’s only black and white.
I am from a laundry room with thousands of unclean clothes.
I am from a garden with white and red flowers that dance with the wind.
I went from playing house all day to doing role-playing games with my best friends.
From mom to best friend. From boring dad to making me laugh all day.
I am from a non denomination church with no war and sadness where we love every soul.
I am from the shopkins that filled my playroom with imagination.
I am from hot summers with no wind in sight.
I am from a place of happiness dancing my heart out.
I am from a place where I am allowed to rest.
I know where I am from.

Where I’m From

I’m from the white couch in the family room that always has feathers poking out
From my dirty pink teddy bear and crown from a Renaissance fair
I am from the big faded red brick house
And a garage full of piles of junk
I am from the two tall, grand, and old oak trees sitting in the front yard
Whose branches are stretched out wide not caring what they hit
I am from the pictures of family members that I don’t even know and the golden A above my bed
I am from a loving family and Alison and Eric
And from the parents who always make life more
And from the fun we had on all the vacations and trips, we took almost daily
I am from the church that has a friendly commute and the donuts they gave out
I am from my Papa whom I was named after
From the burger and taco nights, we have
From the old house in a neighborhood of trees
And from the pink curtains in the room, I stay in with the flamingos on the shelves
I am from a great experience I will never forget.