Little Things

These days, the question: “Why did you,
our friend, a double edged sword,
let people apply
a power whose consequences some cannot afford?”
Engulfs our thoughts

Was it the mask you put on that
created the delusion:
“Societal approval is necessary to survival”?
We have yet to reach a conclusion

When Mr. Mollo forgot to
wish his best friend a “happy birthday”
His friendship was hurt and
their relationship withered away

If Alison had studied, for her exams, just a few minutes more,
a bigger effort (by a mere five minutes!) she could have made;
perhaps she would have passed the class.
But didn’t due to her failing grades

If the person walking down the sidewalk had been
less distracted and more aware,
they would’ve noticed the metal screw protruding from the ground;
the one that snagged their pants, causing them to tear

A tree cannot come to be
unless its planted from seed
My friend, you never realized
its us, not that negative power, that you need

For we can destroy friendships,
save lives, or prevent an attack
We’re sure you know as well as any
“it was the straw that broke the camel’s back”

As tiny as some of us are,
we are all of significance; and don’t need to grow bigger
If you look closely enough,
You’ll notice we’re all in the bigger picture

Best regards,
the Little Things

Snow in the Desert

Snow in the Desert

The sky blurs, a mosaic of the small town weathered by the sun
and the dull grey of the clouds
The pink and gray mountains embrace the little town,
watching as the flurries fall before them
Snow slides down the dusty windows,
turning from a soft white to brown
A patchwork of dried grasses raise their heads to greet the snow,
like old friends that meet again after many years.
The flurries blow through the air,
pushed by the wind across the metal roofs of the faded homes
I reach out to catch them, but they
flit through my fingertips
and twist to the snowy ground

Rain

Rain
Many do not appreciate
what this world can do and make
out the window and through the trees
I feel the cool winter breeze
and then I then I think know whats coming
my favorite weather is about to start humming
I walk outside to my happy place
and tilt my head where the sky see’s my face
the longer I stay the more I understand
that this world is the true miracle land
I watch the way the water flows
down the street and through my toes
washing all my worries down the drain
until the next time I’m in the rain

Poem

Poem 11/30/2020
I wake full of excitement;
The taste of coffee on my tongue
Winter Holiday lights
The smell of sausage In the oven;
On the table white powdered empanadas.
Like sweet packets of snow.
The chatter of Conversation, like a tidal wave.
When I open a gift; I realized that the real gift is surrounding me.

The Feel Of Winter

Winter

The cold brisk air

The almost white hue of the sun

The streaking shadows on the trees

The brilliance of the snow

The blinding light of morning

The welcome feel of comfy, cozy, comfort

The infusing smell of cold, dipping into everything in nature

The cold dewy grass under your feet

The trees dusted with the mist of cold

The warmth of the sunlight, radiating off the ground

The feel of excitement as the holidays rush closer

The one and only feel of winter

Glass Box

Sometimes I feel like i’m stuck in a glass
box
with no one to teach me, i’m not really breathing,
why not
The walls are getting closer and my heart is racing over I’m not really sure how to
stop
The tears are now flowing
The water is filling up my glass
box
I’m stuck in this cycle and I can’t seem to
stop
why not
its my glass
box
my power is flowing
the box is now growing
now it is
 not
It’s now in shards on the floor
now i’m not as
distraught

Sports

I love sports.

I love the excitement I get before a game.

I love how I fall asleep as soon as my head hits the pillow,

because we worked very hard.

I love the fame in my name.

When I score a lot more.

When I do my best, and then I am able to rest.

When I have stuff to do at home, besides be on my phone.

When I make new friends, until the end.

At the end of the day, I pray

I never quit.