The substitute

There it was
In the dark corner.
No teacher in sight
31 kids going nuts
In that corner
A red beam
And back to nothing
The beam was gone
Heavy breathing
Then a cape
Next two feet
A helmet matte black
The marker mysteriously moving
After it was done
The board said
Your substitute teacher is
none other than
DARTH VADER

The Seasons

The year starts off,
In an
Icy,
Cold,
Fridge.
Freezing,
Like a
Cold,
Wet,
Cave, isolated from everyone else.

The fridge door opens,
Cold air rushing out,
escaping from the cold prison.
Warm air crawling in,
exploring the new space,
seeking for more.

Slowly, creeping in
little
By
little.
Until the fridge warms up.
The sun shining so bright.
Welcoming more.

One day,
The fridge is
MELTING
From
Heat,
Until the sun,
Escapes the sky,
And hides behind the clouds.
A cold breeze
Chases the wind,
And
SLAMS
The fridge door
Shut!

Coldness enters once again,
Until the fridge returns to its icy state,
And the year is over.

Why Cows?

Why Cows?

Why am I thinking
About cows?
They don’t have
Anything cool in
Them,Do they?

All they do is help us eat.
Why do we make them in to food.
Mmm… one extra cheesy burger please.
More like one extra cheesy cow please

Who came up with the idea of cooking cows?
When you think about it, it goes like this,
“Hmm I just had a great idea, lets butcher our
Cow, cook it, and then eat it”
Cows are basically dogs, would you eat a dog?
(Hotdogs don’t count)

Not like I’m hating on burgers or anything,
In fact burgers are amazing,
But still why am I
Thinking
About
Cows?

The Forest In My Head

The Forest In My Head

a forest grew that night

my walls now trees

waving hello, having just been g r o w n

fifty years in five seconds

and as i sit on this bed of leaves

Imagining.

the wind curls around me

blowing the moss that

hangs from the curtain racks

the rug is grass

fresh and soft

covered in dew

a jump forward

Brings me to the tALLEST tree

watching my shadows

come to life

and as they frolic

around my forest

A Chirp.

Opens my eyes

to see a bird,

just outside the window,

fly away,

taking my forest with it.

Beyblading

I feel the rush of competition
the power of speed
I am the king of the spin

all the fighters spin
in this raging competition,
in the last moments of speed

BANG! BANG! No more speed
BANG! BANG! No more spin
the endlessly hot coals of competition

The final moments of spin and speed, the hot coals of competition burning hotter than ever

The New Big Guy

“ Who are you”
“ Why are you so BIG”
Exclaimed the football player.
“Mggikrfnirhnfnjfb”
“We have a game in an hour, did you just grow a foot how BIG are you”
“Let’s go hope you do good”

(After the game)
“ 38 TACKLES THAT IS AN NFL RECORD!”
“Mhnjejknrjfjf”
“ I wish I were that good”
Exclaimed the football player
“ Did you have spike before the game”
“MHHGFRFCFRTFRTFRTGT”
“Okay Okay Okay dude take off your helmet it is so hot”
“Hhkkk”

As he takes off the helmet he stands up fully
The stadium breaks and shakes BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM he looked like a monster
“ Are you Godzilla?”

Another Night

The wind howls as the night approaches
And the night sky darkens,
As the noises of the night start

Frogs croak
Owls hoo
Crickets creet
and coyotes howl

I feel the coolness
Entering through my open window
The coolness chills me
But it’s refreshing

As i sit I realize
How nice the night time is
All stress is relieved
And nothing is to worry about

It’s late
Almost time to sleep
Trying to close my window was like
moving a rock

Not long after the noises stop
And it’s too late to think
I am long asleep
Just waiting for another night

Thunder

I was overjoyed when I found out
Sitting in our car about to shout
Tears streaming down my eyes
What a tremendous surprise!

Once we had finally arrived
After a 45 minute drive
We went by all the gates
Till we reached the last crate

And finally there he silently sat
And I gave him a little pat
Then I begged, “Please can we take him today.”
They said, “It might just go that way.”

He had one stripe of white down his chest
It was white like a wedding dress
Then I heard my parents say,”Alright we will take him.”
“We’ll call him Thunder.” I said with a grin

School is…

School is crazy, everybody running
Around trying to get from place to place getting mad
At passerbyers, sifting through the halls.

School is cramped, halls
Always filled with students casing, running,
Crying, tagging everybody’s going mad

Students are rude, bumping into you, mad,
as if you are to blame, then storming through the halls
On and on, running and running

That is school, everybody running crazy,mad,as if the halls go on forever.