Category: 07th

Music is like
A long haul,
So much work
For nothing at all.

Or so it seems
When you sing along,
So many hours
For a three minute song.

A clock could tick
200 times
For a lot less
Than 200 rhymes.

A grain of sand
For every second spent,
You could empty a desert
And still not have a song yet.

At least that’s what it seems
With such a little chance to make it,
But music is like a long haul,
There’s still a chance, I’ll take it.

Ten thousand hours
You could start a timer,
Use it for your tempo,
Touch into F Minor.

This is a wake up call,
You can break the spell.
This music’s coming in fast
Creativity freed from its cell.

Music is like
a long haul,
Just don’t look down
And you’ll never fall.

BaseBALL

There was a time when I watched a game,
The name of the game was baseball,
In the game there was a Dinger,

That Dinger was like a car racing by,
Now I want to get a baseball,
We might have to wait (That would be forever) A WHOLE GAME!

What if I catch a Dinger?
“Throw it to me,” I said,
And that’s how I got a baseball,

I didn’t even have to wait the whole Game!

Space Is Like Winter

Space is like winter
uncontrollable and desilet
cold and silent
like a winter night
unknown and dangerous
like the vacuum of space

but calm and soothing
at the same time
as you float
in space
and snow
letting the time fly by
like a comet or a
S
N
O
W
F
L
A
K
E
In the sky
and stars pulsate with life

Space is like Winter.
And Winter is like Space.

The Movies

We arrived late at night to the movies, the world was very dark
Movies are always loud (let’s hope this one’s not loud)
We walked inside to the sound of popping popcorn.

Oh, how I really love popcorn
We enter the theater, despite the lights, the room is still dark
The movie begins, and it is loud

(I cover my ears to drown it out) I hoped it was not loud
(I hoped to have gotten used to the sound) I’ll try to eat some popcorn
(Just like the world around this building) This movie is very dark.

I step outside the door, out of the loudness, and popcorn, and find the darkness of the outside world.

Colorful Fall
Fall is made of leaves
Fall is made of beautiful colors
Getting colder and colder towards winter

As the trees die, you know it’s the beginning of winter
Hear the crunch as you jump in the leaves.
The trees look like a sunset full of colors.

The rake brushing away the variety of colors
The wind blowing the heart of fall into the coldness of winter
As fall comes again so do the elegant leaves.

The trees and leaves filled with color perishing as winter falls.

The night shares a soft whisper,
That cradles through the wind.
It feels like the warmth of a warm fire.

A moment of CrAcKliNg like life to the fire,
Brought down to soft whisper.
The rustling of abundant life, caught in the wind.

The night fills HaPhAzArDLy with rough sounding whispers,
As the sky silently lights up with it’s bodacious fire…
Soon to be gone, is the gentle grasp, of a soft whisper.

This wind will soon again share a soft whisper, like the warmth of a fire.

Skateboarding,
That rush of wind going through your hair and rushing towards your face,
Plotting the flow of what trick you’ll do next,
What’s that I see?
A ledge,
Just open and free,
And once I’m done,
I can say “ well, that was great.”

Once I’m done I go home,
As I roam the house,
I try to think of something to do,
I look at my skateboard and think “well It’s not dark yet…”

They work for one being
who is ”better” than them,
without reward.
They only do this
because they are forced.

One had a home,
a family,
and a life outside of this.
But one day,
It was decided they would
belong to someone else,
who is “better” than them.

The other works at home,
they were made for this.
They work with their family,
and all for one mother,
Who is “better” than them.

They are the same.
They are different.
One big, one small.
Ants are like slaves
just like how
slaves are like ants.

You don’t Want to go to prison
But your actions have consequences
More problems have arisen
You are starting to run out of defenses

You don’t Want to go to school
But the laws say otherwise
You must be present it is a rule
It might be my demise

8 hours
5 days a week
Can I have some superpowers?
Maybe a trip to the creek?

I am trapped inside
No Escape.
Put school and prison side by side
They are almost as scary as a charging great ape

At least I get an education
For crying out loud i’m in middle school
I spend most my time at this location
I feel like I am in a whirlpool

I would love to leave
But I cannot
School is my biggest pet peeve
I forgot the new backpack I bought!

I look through the classroom door
I’m in a jail cell
I’m cramped up and sore
I feel trapped but oh well

This might as well be my grave
I’m Cold,
Bored,
Old,
Ignored,

Sore,
Annoyed,
Tore,
Destroyed,

And Trapped

when i’m Self Conscious…
it’s like an itch on my back

That I Just Can’t Scratch

it’s like a little person in my ear saying

You’re Not Good Enough

it’s like wanting something so bad but

Just Can’t Have It

it’s like wishing for something that’s

Impossible

it’s like waiting for something for so long but

It’s Not Going To Come

it’s like that stain on your shirt

That Will Never Go Away