Seeing a Shark

It’s drifting through the water
Through the Ocean blue
You never see it coming
Although it’s right in front of you
It blends into the sand
A deep, rich tan
When you see it
It’s always too late
I see my reflection in the water
Distorted as I break through it
The shark swimming faster and faster away
Desperate to get away from this, monster
As I run, I am oblivious to the world around me
The shark is my only goal
I see nothing but the shark
I hear nothing but the waves
I smell nothing but the breeze
I lunge and miss
The shark is heading for deeper water now
This is my last chance
I look down and see something
Spiky, and purple
I know it’s a Sea Urchin but it doesn’t matter
Only the shark does
I trip, I stumble
I watch the shark glide back
Farther and farther away
Into the safeties of the deep
I watch it sail smoothly away
I feel lonely far away
Until I hear someone calling my name
I slowly trudge back to the beach
Noticing things I didn’t notice before
When I walk, sand swirls up, almo

 

Golden Corral

The smell of food, so good, so sweet
Golden Corral is where I eat
tastes as good as cake
I’ll gobble it up, like a snake
I touch my fork, so shiny, so smooth
The perfect mix, for me a youth
I taste some donuts, so great, so divine
Golden Corral is the place I dine
Eating there is a piece of cake
If you don’t eat it all, you’re food I’ll take
The rush of something, in a fountain I hear
A chocolate fountain begging me to come near
I see so much, so much food
Golden Corral’s the best place, I conclude
The table is soft the chairs are clouds
Golden corral attracts many crowds
I would not leave, I want to stay
Golden Corral I’ll stay all day.
Leaving here, I dread with sorrow
Is there a chance we could come back, Tomorrow?

 

Metaphor For a Family

Metaphor for a Family
My family is like the braces that occupy my teeth.
My dad is the expander that expands our world.
My mom is the wire in the family that holds us all together.
My older sister Michelle is the color of my braces that shows all of her beauty inside of her.
My sister Karen is the brackets that stay and never go.
I am the cricked teeth in the family that get fixed.
My little brother Joe is the rubber bands the final touch of the family.

 

announcements

The announcements came on
They told us not to panic
For there was a storm blowing right through the school
“This is NOT a drill, every one take cover”
We all hid under our desks
Panicking
Worried
Scared
Lucky, no one was hurt
Right as we sighed a sigh of relief
“BANG!”
A gunshot echoed through the halls
No one dared to move

 

The Bahena Family

I am from phone and TV flashing bright lights
from silverware and from princess house
and from HEB produce that we buy on Saturdays

I’m from the only house that has a gate
I’m from the countless hours of TV and punishment that shape us
and from delicious tasting food

I’m from red roses on the counter tops
and the big oak tree outside my window

I’m from tacos and family parties
and big, but strong family
from Francisco to Reyna

I’m from eating good meals with everyone
and having coffee or tea for breakfast

From always hurrying up in the bathroom because there’s always someone waiting
I’m from Sunday afternoons at church

I’m from 9000 Tara Lane

 

Where I’m From

I am from huggies diapers, crayola markers, and Apple Computers.

I am from the warm and loving; a party!

I am from boating in Lake Travis, from making mud pies, and rock soup, from crazy fun.

I am from the wild turkeys and deer, the dry hard dirt.

I am from Little Helping Hands, and blue eyes from Mama and Daddy.

From putting it aside, to working as close to perfection as possible.

From Gralley Gus is gonna getcha, to if you don’t go get in bed, i’ll call dracula.

I am from believing in helping others to treating people the way you want to be treated.

I am from Marines.

I am from grilled chicken, with creamy white rice and warm s’mores by the fire that burns on forever.

From pulling up the car to the white car to the small rock wall, barricading the sand and running into the warm beach to see pastel painted sea glass.

I am from the white stone house on Kali Cove.

 

The Lonely dog

Please come home!
I need to be played with!
I’m starving!
I have been waiting forever!
Please come home!
Please come home!
You have been gone forever!
No walks, no treats, no food!
Please come home!
Please come home!
wait a minute what is that sound?
it’s the door!
you are finally home!
I love you so much!
ahhhh, thanks for the tummy rub!
Thanks for coming home!