your vision, your voice
Soccer
I play soccer
The inky black ball
The enormous goal
Across the field is the goal
I am devoted to soccer
One of the players has the ball
The players pass the ball around
We score the inky black ball into the goal
For 7 years I have been playing soccer
The soccer ball rushes down the field, into the goal.
empty means losing your purpose
like a boat with no water to sail on
like a jacket with no sleeves
because what’s the point
if i can’t finish anything
that i even try to start
why am i here if i don’t even do anything
except maybe to do something
for my own personal enjoyment
or try to find my purpose
try to find something
to fill in the gaps
I sit on the dock
Listening to the leaves fall behind me
Watching the lake flow with the folding ripples on the water
I can hear the running boats in the distance
The wind starts to howl and the branches start creeking
A cold breeze runs through me like im invisable
leaving me with goosebumps
I sit patiently waiting for the warmth of summer
Allowing me to come back and enjoy the summer heat
Letting the water run over me cooling me off.
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!
When I see something with nutrition
I run the other way
Food with nutrition is met with contrition
And It ruins my day
Yellow food is nasty
Red food is gross
Food with nutrition
Is what I avoid the most
When I see something with nutrition
My mouth says Ick!
I want to send all veggies to demolition
So I can not feel sick
One day my dad
Gave me a blueberry ick!
He put it in my mouth
I gagged and spit
I don’t get along with nutrition
We are not good friends
I have a premonition
That this is where it ends
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.