Category: 07th

what am I to you?

I think I’m special,
but am I to you?

I thought it was you and I,
or is it just me?

I thought I made you happy,
or do I make you stressed?

I try my best for you,
but am I enough?

I work as hard as I can,
but is there any way to please you?

I just want my mom,
what am I to my mom?

Grits are awesome
Why are grits so awesome
Grits are just awesome
No explanation needed

Grits are the best food for breakfast
Just add a little butter
Grits are the best food for lunch
Just make the grits plain
Grits are the best food for dinner
Just add some butter and meat

Do you now see why grits are so awesome
It makes no sense why people don’t think grits are awesome
I hope you think grits are awesome
If you don’t then you did not eat proper grits

I’m from the hospital.
The oxygen tank I bring with me everywhere.
The stares I get wherever I go.
From the worried looks on my parents’ faces whenever I’m upset.

I’m from the cancer support group.
From the thought I could die at any moment.
I am from Agustus words.
“That’s the thing about pain it demands to be felt”

I’m from the “Ok” being our “Forever”
The book I showed him the day we met.
When I traveled to Amsterdam and when we ate at Orangee.
I am from stale cookies and fake smiles.

I from the happiness I feel in my heart
The adrenaline going through my body.
I’m from a rollercoaster of emotions
From Isacc’s bad jokes

I am from protectiveness and comfort
I am far from freedom
From my heartbroken heart when you had to leave me.
I’m from my experiences

Grandad taught me that grits were an art
Wooden spoon stirring the creamy grits in a cast iron pot
Laughing just because
Warm, buttery grits like sun through the window
Like shared stories and giant smiles

My cat, Billy,
sleeps on his bed,
wakes up,
sees me,
stands up and meows,
walks a little closer,
puts his front paws on my leg,
I crouch down,
low enough,
to pat him on the head,
I hear meows of satisfaction,
he returns to his bed,
curls up,
shut his eyes,
and starts to get drowsy,
my cat, Billy,
goes right to sleep.

The vibrant color of roses
The dark color of blood
The color of velvet in the warm sun
The color of my cheeks
The color of love
The gentle rose petals falling from my hand,
Into the water of the river below,
The waterfall spraying my face with cold water
The color of tulips
The color of fall leaves, a bright dark orange
The feeling of the sun
The color of the sky at dusk,
I see the clouds against the orange sky,
The pink bottoms and yellow heads,
The feeling when you see,
The sun slipping under the horizon and the moon coming out with it’s bright blue glow,
The bright bright color of sunflowers,
The even brighter shine of the sun,
The color I feel in the mornings
Seeing the leaves a dull yellow in the fall,
Sitting in this same exact spot
Seeing and feeling the sun rise
Feeling the sun’s heart beat
Feeling warmth in my body and heart and knowing everything will be alright,
The color of grass
I rush my hands through it feeling each blade of grass and the journey it’s been on,
The grass reflecting off the edges of the river
The color of the leaves in spring and summer
The color of each stem,
Of each flower
Of each weed
Of each daisy
The color of the deep sea,
The color of the shallow rivers and streams
The way I look at the little critters crawling on and off blades of grass
The color of the sky during the day,
The color of the sky at midnight,
The color of the slick and fast fish in the sea
The feeling of looking at the tempting waters
Looking at bluebonnets and feeling their beauty,
Feeling all the feelings and letting one tear slip
Seeing the moon sliding across the starlit night

Love is not torture
Love is not a toy
Love might annoy
Love is much more

Love is hurtful
We all want to forgive
We don’t want to outlive
each other that makes love powerful

love will make us cry
Love will have to wait
Love will separate
But love will always thrive and never die

With love there will be hate
But love will thrive.

Wake up it’s time to ride,
Dirt flying at my face from every side,
Hit a jump and glide,

Through the trees I glide,
Hear the engine rev as we ride,
I have some friends by my side,

Bigger jumps to ride with my dad at my side,
Sun setting behind me as I glide,
Eat a big meal after the ride,

It fills my heart when I glide, with speed on my side, body filling with adrenaline when I glide.

Every time you all get a touchdown
It shows why you are the champs
It makes the other teams Rundown
It really shows when he tramps

Every time you all get A Sack
It sets them back a few Yards
When you all Attack
They better keep up Their Guard

He went through the Tackle
A flair of green and The Gold
He ran faster than a Jackal
The green and The Bold

You should see our coach he’s really a Rueger
We’ll see you in the bowl of Sugar

I am a knowledgeable person about science
I wonder why daylight savings time is a thing
I like the day to go fast like a stopwatch
I see the day shorten until the sun is asleep
I want to travel the world to see different cultures
I am a knowledgeable person about science

I pretend that I am a pro basketball player that can dunk
I feel time speed by like an F1 racer
I grip the ball

I worry I might miss the shot as the time runs out
I am a knowledgeable person about science

I understand know daylight savings time is to save electricity
I say that I can dunk
I dream to fly

I try to be the best at everything I can
I hope one day daylight savings time will go away
I am a knowledgeable person about science.