Category: 07th

Your submerged you can’t breathe
Its an overwhelming feeling
Beautiful yet dangerous
You struggle to move
And quickly tire.

Soon you panic
You hear loud noises coming at you
You wave your arms and cry
Then you are lifted out of the water
Dad is looking at you scared and yelling

Now your here on live tv.
Trying to win that gold medal.

Hiss drip, hiss drip, hiss drip
you can hear the water from the air
You cant see anything inside just like a dream Just you and the fog
anything could happen

You can be a knight or a dragon You can be
in a Jungle were the trees are waving at you
Plus you can have anything you want
A million is a little amount of money in dream world

Then the fog is over I can see the sun
A bright and shinny say has begun
A whole twenty four hours is ahead
Where my dream could come true in the end

The sun is your friend

The sun is a friend
It’s warm and familiar
But when it goes away
The rain comes
Cold and distant
Tragic and unforgiving
Dark and lonely

A friend comes and goes
The sun rotates behind the moon
They both leave to soon
But come around another day

No matter where you go
Even if you travel far
A true friend will be there
Shining like a star

Where I’m From

I am from Hogwarts,
From gryffindor common room.
I’m from moaning myrtle’s bathroom,
From the polyjuice potion.

I’m from two muggle parents,
From one muggle “brother.”
I’m from the cupboard,
Under the stairs.
I’m from the zoo,
Where i talked to the snake.

I’m from the quidditch pitch,
Where we beat Slytherin and Hufflepuff.
From the locker room,
Where toms diary was stolen.

I’m from the Chamber of Secrets,
where I rescued Ginny,
where i fought Tom Riddle,
“aka Lord Voldemort.”
Where I stabbed the basilisk,
Where I saved Hogwarts

“You can go, you can go”.
Friday
Free dress day
No cruddy uniform

My turn,
I was wearing leggings,
“You can go,
WAIT”.

“You need to change”
Embarrassed,
Mom was called,
Meeting with “Her”

Mom asked questions,
Dress code questions,
2 times before,
I had worn leggings

Time skip
2 weeks later
Friday
Free dress day

My friends,
Littler,
Skinnier,
Than me.

It’s dark.
Like really dark.
So dark I feel trapped underwater drowning.

The damp moss is making my skin wet,
Its frigid feeling crawling up my legs.
The moss is salty and wet,

The mist around hangs with my tears.
Making the room cool,
Sending chills up my spine.

Millions of shadows loom over me,
Not real people,
But it feels like it.
They circle me, like ghosts,
Mocking me over what I’ve done.

Their wide grins of laughter,
Their long frowns of hatred,
Sneering cruelfully.

A tiny shimmer of light glows ahead.
The shadows retreat,
Fleeing to their darkness.

The light, like a small candle in the dark,
Its radiance so bright,
Held something bright out towards me.

And for a brief second, I thought I saw a hand out of the light.
Calling out to me.
And for a brief second, I could have reached for it.
It’s fingers grasping.
And for a brief second, I think I did.

Ephesians 1:7: “In him, we have redemption through his blood, the forgiveness of sins, in accordance with the riches of God’s grace”

The ocean breeze blew in my face
Filling my nose with a salty smell
The summer sun would shine all day
Until it finally fell

Then the sun was unlocked by a key
And it would shine as proud as a queen
The waves pulled in treatures lost in the sea
Waiting to be found by me.

My bare feet walked across the land
Getting covered
in all the SAND
The salty water would come
and wash it all away carying

The it was time to leave
And all the memories were left at sea.

And so this is Christmas
The world’s upside down
Overflowing with cheer
Presents are found

The trees are gleaming
Merry Christmas playing too loud
Untangling strands of lights
A sleigh high in the clouds

The stockings first
Then you head to the tree
The lights so bright
The present with the the red bow, Just for me

Christmas dinner is next
A long table filled with goodies and treats
“Eat your dinner first!”
“And then time for sweets.”

And so this is Christmas.

The clouds were feather pillows
resting on the blue bed sheet
inside of the pillow
in a little boys room
flying high with joy
with the softness
of the white cotton
forming shapes in the sky
The warm puffy stuff
in the cuddly sky
and the delicate little
feather on the bed
come together tonight

The girl outside the window sat there
SHE SAT THERE mesmerized
By the rain
Drip

Drip

Drip
As she sat there
A smile
Tugged at her bleeding lips
The longer she sat there
More stories filled her eyes
A man yelled something at her
An she stop sitting in the
Rain
The storys in her eyes
Retreated to where the were before
She ran inside and to my suprise
Even in the
Rain
She never came out of that house
again