Category: 07th

I had a box of my own
It was blue and purple
Mismatched
a map on the wall
I played board games inside its walls
I read Jane austin on the floor
I painted
I got taller
I grew up
didn’t have an excuse
for staying in my room
work for beauty
Work for approval
Growing up is hard
Leaving your box is hard
I paint flower fields
Purples and yellows
Fields of rolling green
But those are paintings
You can burn paintings
You can burn novels
The words forever no more
Your childhood can’t burn
Your brain cannot forget
But my box burns along with everything inside
A match lights and my palace falls
My sanctuary
My room
Paintings can char
My flower fields wilt
the ash builds up in my lungs
Perfect is not enough
Never
Forever
Always
Pick your poison
to ignore the inevitable
Growing up

Cracked clay on the warm concrete
Sweat drips from the hammer
The clay moves to a bucket
The bucket holds water and clay
Slowly it becomes just clay

Walk on stones back to your house
Your clay swung around your arm
Roll it into a cylinder
Make the legs
Then the body, the ears
Mouth
Eyes

Score his body and put him together
Bring him to the fire
Wait.
.
.
.
Now he’s done
Only grazing at your desk
He lives in your room
Watching you grow
Everchanging
a piece of pottery
He’s always there
Right up until he’s knocked off
Ears break
Tails snap
Tears fall

And our cow goes back to the warm concrete
To be broken again

Softball, the only
Place its okay to steal

When life throws
You a curveball swing

There’s nothing soft
About it.It just leaves
A bigger bruise

4 bases, 3 strikes,
2 teams,1 winner

Play hard

Light is smart

Light is bright

When we think big, light is not just alright

It’s fast

It’s strong

And makes us feel inner light and peace inside

Makes us think, ïf we truly are bright inside, then don’t we need light to show it in the best of us

If we’re special, then arent we bright too?

If the universe is full of bright people then shouldn’t they and others want to help people to show the brightness in them?

Because in this universe were all bright and the brightness in all of us is faster than light.

Grass,
Green with joy,
Green with life,
Green with color.
Oh, Grass,
You are beautiful in the morning,
Covered with glistening dew.
It doesn’t seem so hard to be a blade of grass.
Green with joy,
Green with life,
Green with color.
Oh, grass,
You grow with great speed,
Trying to kiss the warm sun.
I would love to be a blade of grass.
Green with joy,
Green with life,
Green with color.
Oh, grass,
I hear someone running near,
STOMP STOMP STOMP.
I don’t want to be a blade of grass
Green with joy,
Green with life,
Green with color.
Oh, grass,
Please grow again tomorrow.

The sun is shining bright.
No clouds in sight.
Pitching would be key.
Through inning one, two and three.
Inning 4
Visitors get a score.
Inning 5 bats come alive.
The whole lineup Would bat.
4 Runs being fate.
Inning 9
Score stuck 1-4.
Visitors have a big slugger up to bat.
Basses are loaded.
Hits a high fly ball.
“It’s going”
“It’s going”
“Gone”
Visitors come back and win.
5-4

A crush is like freshly baked cookies
You can’t get them off your MIND
You can smell them forever
They look delicious
But you can’t take a bite
You are worried that they will be too hot for you
But when you get closer to them you just can’t resist

Some know him as Saint Nick

Rushing down to your living room

You hear him on the roof as his boots go click click click

With all this ash from the chimney you might need a broom

Eating cookies and gulping down the milk

The holidays are they best time of the year

Hey look! You got a nightgown made of silk

Fun times made and filled with cheer

Spend it with your friends and family

While drinking loads of eggnog

Winter oh winter, air Cold as snow
Winter brings cold but also warmth
Winter brings joy and family

The Joy of winter can melt snow
Winter oh winter, your cold brings together family
The happiness of winter brings warmth

The Love of winter makes family
The hot summer days are chilled to warmth
Winter oh winter, you are as soft a snow

The family is sleepy from the warmth of the fire, fresh from snow, winter oh winter

I was on my phone
We were heading home
All I saw was snow
Then we slipped off road

I had a life and a family
Then we had to hit that tree
No I don’t have nothing left
And all I think about is death

I was born to be this girl
Living in another world
I have so much more to see
So why’s this happening to me

I am in a hospital bed
I am bleeding through my head
I have no one else to see
And I just wanna be free