Category: 06th

Autumn Is Coming

I feel a cool, relaxing, gentle breeze
I smell the piney scent of a forest in the fall
I hear leaves rustling in the wind
I taste naturally sticky and sweet maple syrup
I see a magnificent maple tree spreading its branches

I feel the early morning sunlight warming my skin
I smell the earthy scent of twigs and jasmines
I hear baby birds in a nest calling their mother for food
I taste delicious roasted sunflower seeds while I feed some to the birds
I see gorgeous blue jays taking flight

I feel the spooky mist in the late evening sky
I smell the mouthwatering aroma of candy traveling to my nose
I hear kids’ laughter while they chat with each other
I taste my favorite crunchy and chocolaty kit-kats as I devour them one by one
I see my whole neighborhood celebrating halloween

I see a beautiful maple tree
I hear birds chirping
And as I taste my bucket loads of Halloween candy

I know that autumn is coming.

The Oddities of My Mind

Muscles keep squeezing my brain,
bulging and bruising, bleeding and drying out like a grape left to dry.
Dried to crisps that snap when the slightest wind blows my way,
cracking into a dirt-like substance in which I plant the seeds of knowledge.
A flower grows up, up, up, through my ears trying to find a way to reach the sky.

Masterpiece

Masterpieces can be different things
It could be something you see
Maybe taste,
Maybe dream
It could be something you imagine to be
It might be weird
But think of it as unique
You might be the next Picasso if that sounds neat
People look at paintings, stories, and songs
They are all masterpieces customized for all
What is your masterpiece
Just take a second and think

Paintings

I look…
The clouds are fluffy bundles of cotton candy
Swans float on the diamond blue waters
A serene setting, calm and peaceful.
The galloping winds, dancing forests, singing birds; tweeting, chirping, humming, whistling,
The water waltzes and swings, a dance it has practiced since the beginning of time.
The view is remarkable, yet leaves the sightseer speechless.
An inconsequential cabin leans to the shores edge.
All alone, yet surrounded with joy.
The colors swirl around, vermillion red, tangerine orange, cerulean blue.
The garden covers most of the lovely land around the pleasant refuge.
The property stretches for miles, past the bubbling brook, and the exuberant wood.
I could stay; and live in this tranquil place forever, undisturbed .
But I must go, for it is only a painting.
Only a masterpiece,
Only a dream.

Nutella

Nutella,
Sticky, gooey,
Creamy and ooey.

Nutella,
A chocolate dream, so good,
I want to let out a scream!

Nutella,
Spread it out on your bread,
But be careful not to tread
Off the bread’s edge.

Nutella,
How I wish to eat your
Chocolate paradise sensation,
Oh! I cannot resist my temptation.

Nutella,
Good on waffles, ice cream, pancakes,
Pretzels, and strawberries, just not on steaks!

Nutella,
You’re delicious, thrilling, sensation,
I’m sure the whole nation
Loves this tasty creation.

Nutella

To Write Or Not To Write

To write or not to write tis the questioning of reality
the faults of the universe
plains of existence
home of words only known to gibberish
tis our mood, our feelings
tis our insides, our free time
What do we do with this free time
Well I personally use it on poetry for I am a poet as well as a writer
poetry is our rhythm, writing is the glue that holds us together
Poetry breaks that bond, freeing our minds
it bursts through like a bull to a wall
That’s why we write
The feeling of being free feels like water in a flowing stream
We cherish these moments to write and be free even though we have an abundance of them
They still are what we love and how we want to spend time on
Writing, even though this is a school class, is freer than learning
Poetry is the medicine to my illness, the solution to my problems
Poetry opens my mind
it makes me relaxed and relieved Once you find what you love, follow that passion
For me, it’s writing and poetry,
for you, it could be engineering being a nurse or vet or being part of a non-profit
As long as you’re happy, do that
Don’t mind if you’re made fun of For those people only envy your braveness and your courage to follow your dreams
All writers/poets love what we do “tis the way we write ”

My Castle

I live in a castle made of wide open space and more mysteries to uncover by the day but it’s the fun ones, not the scary ones and there is light but not to much and it is cold when it should be and warm when it should be but never too much just the right amount of both and all the rooms are just ever so slightly off and as i sit her it disintegrates and there is no more wide open space and there are no more mysteries that are fun but not scary and it is no longer cold when it should be and warm when it should be and there is no more never too much of both and there is no more light but not to much and there is no more all the rooms that are just slightly off there is just nothing and it’s ok that way too.

I look to you, poem

I look to you, poem, that I am writing
To be miraculous
To be powerful
To be award-worthy
To be a deep, interesting, true-self-finding experience
To be a literary masterpiece
To be something that blows the reader’s mind
To be something that surpasses expectations by thousands of miles
To be something that even the toughest of folks break down into sobbing puddles
To be fun to write
To not make me want to bang my head against the table wishing from the bottom of my heart that I could write something else
To be something that I’m at least a little bit happy with

I am a writer

I’m a writer

It’s who I am
It’s who I can be

Writing can take me places without even moving a muscle
I can share my story, other’s, or even someone’s who doesn’t exist
I can release my passion
My joy
My sorrow
My love
My doubt

I can go here to express myself
My story, that others can’t see
It’s my hiding place
My secret notebook

I am a writer, who can never stop