Category: 05th

I’m in a winter daze.
There are only three days till Christmas.
The snow is pure
I am sure
You’re in a winter daze
There are only two days till Christmas
The fire is bright
And if I’m right
You’re in a winter daze
There is only one day till Christmas
Let’s not throw a fit
Because Old Saint Nick
Is in a winter daze.

You are my frenemy
My enemy
My friend
Until the day end
We poke and prod
We talk a lot
You are my frenemy
We gossip
We scream
It’s a nightmare
It’s a dream
You are my frenemy
We laugh
We cry
Then say goodbye
You are my frenemy
We have good days and bad ones
We have light and dark
We are nothing apart
You are a friend to me

El avión de papel

Ese avión de papel,
Que vuela encima de mi,
de ella y de él

Ese avión de papel,
con innumerable
garabatos de pincel

Dentro, tantas historias
y sentimientos
Un mundo de creatividad con el

Que nos lanzamos al mundo

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Paper Airplane

This paper airplane
That flies over me
Over her, over him

This paper airplane
With countless
Scribbles made in pencil

Inside, so many stories
And feelings
A world of creativity with which

We launch ourselves to the world

You’re falling,
You’re falling through time.
You’ve been grasping for a future that was never there.
A life you loved rips and shatters.

The bright sun that used to warm your face starts to crumble
And break before your eyes.
The hope you had of living bends and twists.
The sick feeling in your gut races throughout your veins
All the way up to your skull.

Then just for a moment all of the timelines of your life
Fade in around you.
And you watch in grief as you stare blankly
At all of the futures you could have lived.

The sun and moon, The earth and wind,
The one last finger that was holding on to your old self
Slips from reach.
And as black stormy clouds engulf you,
You smile one last time,
Before it’s all over.

I was the last one.
While they had fun, I was at home.
I was the last one.
When they looked through the screen, all they saw as me.
I was the last one.
They asked why, they asked if I was shy.
I was the last one.
I wanted to go but my parents said no.
I was the last one.
The time had come for me to have fun.
I was no longer the last one.
I wasn’t sure if I wanted to go but I decided I shouldn’t say no.
I was no longer the last one.
I did not have to smile all the time or miss the fun.
I was no longer the last one.

Magical portals that transport you to
A Land of Stories
Once you’ve gone through
You can’t stop
You just keep going
Through all its twists and turns
Over its cliffs
All the way
To the end
Where you’ll come back
Back to reality
Back to life

Until you pick up a new one…

How do we celebrate flying cars when forests are on fire?
Why do we live our lives like everything’s fine, when our cars, planes and factories are making gas levels higher and higher?
We can celebrate a Covid vaccine, but never think of the starving people who eat nothing more than a bean.
We’re sending people to space and to Mars, all the way up in space.
But we never consider this horrible place.
Of death, pain and fear.
And soon all those people, saying the end is near,
Will be right.
Unless we can muster the might
To end the doom we’re making
And the world will be a better place,
With an end to the breaking.
But we still choose to ignore,
Making great wrongs seem a bore,
And we could end the blood and gore,
If we didn’t just snore,
And we helped heal what’s broken,
We could fix all the problems unspoken.

Within me,
There are two worlds
To be understood,

Out of all the states,
There is one world to be chosen,
And I have two,

The power to choose
Comes with the power of capability,
But sometimes,
Choice is impossible,

The world of imagination,
The one we are fortunate to have,
We can do anything in that world,

The real world is fixed
To a limited extent,
But give us access
To other worlds,
Mine is imagination,

But how are we to have just one
If that one permits access
To others?

That’s why I have two.

Math
My brain engaging with the concepts
Floating through my mind,

Math
My brain is full taking in
What there is to understand,

Math
My desirous condition
Of what most take as punishment,

Math
Happiness is when equations talk to me like,
“Simplify me” and I happily do so,

Math
Different states of levels
Wondering if there is more to understand,

Math………….