Category: 06th

A small little space where the walls all close in
Silent but deadly; far from heaven.
Where all life goes mad or dies or gets crippled
Up in the house of old man Knittle,
Deep down inside lays a place with no light
Where every little soul dies more each night.
Go if you dare but don’t expect to come back
Cause once you come in
There’ll be shrivels up your back.

Sally Lou claims she saw a large pie,
Lenny said he found 10,000 dimes.
Lola says she found a green four leaf clover
Kenny brags that the president came on over!
Callie said she cleaned an elf that got dirty,
Sally embarked on a world touring journey.
When I asked “When did these crazy things all take place?”
They said between 9 pm and the mournin’

Summertime
The best time of year
Sometimes you
Can even see deer
When you feel the heat
Start barbecuing meat
In summer you don’t have to be clean
And try not to be mean
Oh summertime
You don’t have school
And it’s time to
Jump into the pool
Because it’s summer!

I need my grades to go up
right now they just suck
can you give me some luck
or a buck
when i get a b,c or even d

I told my dad my grade
his smile started to fade
I told my mom my score
she always knew it was poor
I showed my grandpa my report card
even though it was hard
I showed my dog my progress report
she was always good support

He sees her
Everywhere
Drinking water in the living room
Cooking him dinner
Caring for him when he’s sick
I miss you, Allison.
Her voice again
Almost making him
Cry
I know.
Why did you leave?
I didn’t choose it.
You of all people
Should know,
I would never willingly
Leave
You.
Watering the plants in the back garden
Why did you,
Then?
He doesn’t mean to get cross with her
‘Her’
I said,
I didn’t want to.
He sighs.
I wish you
Were here
I wish I was too.
But you
Aren’t.
No. I’m not.
Sleeping in their bed.
You’re not here.
And it still proves a shock
When
The
Bed
Is
Cold.

Ripping open my present
Surprised
It’s a Rubik’s cube!
As perfect as six colors and squares.
Full of happiness and smiles
Until my little brother mix it up
Aaaaaaaaaa!!

Softly, Touching a cube,
Kindly, Talking to white squares,
Patiently, Turning yellow squares,
Mannerly, Begging to orange squares,
Finally, Fighting against blue squares

White, Yellow, Red, Orange, Blue, AND
Just Green
Pounding my head
Firing my cheek
Sweating my neck

Racking my brains
Surprised
It’s a rookie’s cube!
As perfect as it was
Until my little brother mess it up
Aaaaaaaaaa!!

Mornings are the worst
Kids need more sleep every day
I wish school starts late

Desperately, the dove raises its wings,
Using its last remaining strength to sing
A mournful swan song before it is laid to rest,
Enchanting all the creatures of the forest.

There is a beautiful individuality in the light of a life,
But there is nothing but carnage in the gleam of a knife.

A hunter trapping game in a nearby wood,
Listened to the ballad, and well he understood,
The message encoded within the dove song,
We are all children of our Mother Earth, and we all belong.

The hunter cremated the dove so it could fly again,
Little did the hunter know that the dove still remained.
This time in a form among alphas of the food chain,
Still hesitant to devour flesh and cause an ounce of pain.

The hunter sang the dove song in a time where peace was rare,
He saw armies would war needlessly over a golden chair.

He lived his life simply and told others the tale,
The ballad of the mourning dove he would so softly wail.
With the creatures of the forest singing to that tune,
And one particular wolf howling it to the full moon.

It is peaceful, though an imperfect imitation,
The ocean rises as if by design or invitation.
Ascending to heights that tower over the life below,
In the depths they prepare, for somehow, they know.
The mainland knows it as well, this solemn routine,
Familiar with this nurturer and destroyer, for little lies between.
Just some ramshackle sea walls built for combat,
Not meant for this cataclysm, not built for this impact.
Hear the howling anguish of the waves, see the devastation wreaked,
Touch the weary hands of a survivor, taste the hopeless, bitter bleak,
Scrambling for shelter, but no true solace can be found,
The coastline utterly transformed into a burial ground.
Scattering the ashes of those lost to the ocean’s might,
Survivors locating a safe place to sleep in the coal black night,
All will return to balance, though threatened by what gives them life,
Sacred in that it provides protection and causes conflict, terror, and strife.
Harmony and discord colliding in a ceaseless whirlpool,
Deciding who lives and dies, however apathetically cruel,
Haunted and enchanted by your picturesque spell,
Luring those to become trapped on your endless carousel.

Lost in a high castle above the shacks,
Dreaming of a plain life you want so badly back,
Tightly grasping your power, paranoia spreading,
The sun is approaching, the sun you are dreading.

Where is the beauty of youth uncorrupted?
Where is the warmth that went uninterrupted?
Where is the integrity, distaste for traitors?
Stolen by a creeping, crawling invader.

Stalking the chambers of your labyrinth mind,
Creating an image to send you blind
With guilt and terror and pain you inflicted,
The monstrosity of your worst self depicted.

Blurry-gazed, traces of your slumber evident,
Beginning to realize impact is greater than intent.