your vision, your voice
the beautiful oak standing tall
sunlight pouring down onto it
it’s vines tangled around the stem
it’s branches reaching out and away
the roots clawing themselves into the ground
Keeping the oak standing tall
it’s leaves as green as the color itself
Old oak, standing tall
with red and orange leaves falling, and drifting away
From the crisp autumn winds
Old oak. Standing at its tallest
Being at its oldest
With no leaves left
WIth no life left
you can try and make it go away
the ghost of your past, present, and future has come to stay
you can ignore or even fight
but the second it steps into your life, it will not let you out of sight
sometimes it might go away for a second or even a day,
but you know deep down it will always stay
it makes your stomach ache and it hurts your head
it makes you rethink any choice, even something you said
your ghost can be helpful sometimes too
because this ghost isn’t like the ones that say “boo”
i have chosen to just ignore mine
but you can choose a different path, that’s your story to define
There was once a branch, the branch I walk past everyday.
I always notice how tight it holds on to the tree in every way.
But no matter how tight it grasps the tree,
It could jump to the ground any day like a kid scraping his knee.
The branch is beautiful, it looks like a flower on a sunny day.
It has dark smooth brown bark,
and every color leaf you could imagine.
I watch as it slowly dances in the wind.
One stormy day as I pass by the tree,
I stop, because the branch was staring at me.
Watching the branches sway side to side,
Until all of a sudden, BOOM! Lightning cried
and strikes the branch to suddenly drop.
I watch as the leafs slowly fall off and
the branch loses the color over time,
It looks like the sky on a gloomy day.
Now every morning I pass by the tree
I remember the beautiful branch,
and I will never forget the day it fell.
Someday,
I will be Valedictorian,
I will be the smartest person in high school.
Someday,
I will be an ophthalmologist,
I will perform surgeries in the eye.
Someday,
I will be a new Albert Einstein,
I will create new theories.
Someday,
I will be a soccer player,
I will score a goal for the USA national team.
Someday,
I will find a repeat or end in Pi.
I know experts have searched a trillion digits with no end in sight.
Don’t give up.
Be hungry for more !
For all the grief
An empty doorway
For love
Leaning grasses
And two lights
Above the sea
A poem should not mean
Just you and me
So why can’t you see
Why don’t you love me
As much as i
Love you
Want you
Your hate
Your love
Your disappointment
You jump into the sea
And try to pull me free
You made me this way
Drowning in my own hate
It used to hurt
I used to scream
But now i give in
I let the salt
Fill my lungs
It doesn’t hurt
Anymore
For that
For teaching me
I should thank you
Giving in to the pain
The suffering
Because in the end
I am salt
Inside and out.
The leathery pigskin ball,
made for thanksgiving day.
The laces fit perfect in my left hand!
A sport that’s-
hardworking and grueling,
painful and tiring.
You give it your all or,
go back home.
The crack of the pads,
Crack, pop, Crack, pop.
The whistle of the ball,
calls me home.
Players running round the field like,
a bee zipping through the sky.
FOOTBALL is one of the,
best games to ever be,
made.
In the dark scary night
The trees rocked back and forth
Like they were dancing
The leaves flew away like a kite
The wind howled
Like a werewolf
The birds were silent
As silent as a mouse
The river was flowing fast
Saying hi then bye
but at the same time
There were monsters
Hunting for kids
The forest was mute
But there were children
They were playing in the forest
They saw the monster
It was standing tall
Almost as big as Big Foot
You could see the fear in their faces
They RAN and RAN
They SCREAMED and SCREAMED
They shouted “AHHH!!”
But then the Forest went silent again
“Are we there yet, are we there yet?”
the excitement ringing in my ear.
we arrived at the pet store.
buying my first pet like my first present.
trying to find something fuzzy,
or scaley.
i can’t find the right one.
i looked through all the aisles.
“Did we check the back?”
there it was…
spikly, spotted, smooth.
i found perfect pet.
i look down at the name tag…
it said…
Godzilla.
You’re telling me in HEB
That I can’t buy soda with my own money
Even though it’s buy one get one free!
You’re like an Xbox controller, except
instead of controlling a character,
you’re controlling me
You see, I’m stuck between a rock and a hard place
If I go one way I’m being micromanaged
and my independence is taken away…
If I go the other way I’ll have my independence
But I’ll get punished for ignoring the crappy controller
controlling me
Even though I sometimes disagree,
I know that you’re looking out for my safety
and you want me to be happy
and healthy
And when I finally turn 18
I know that independence will come to me
You see I’m glad you’re looking out for me
But the truth is…
I don’t like being told what to do
How to do it
When to do it
But do you know what I do like?
I like constructive criticism…
I only want that controller out when I need help
I’m capable of figuring things out myself
So only bring that controller out
When I start to scream and shout
And when I’m the to beg for help
Now hopefully you’ve figured out
That I don’t always need you to help me out
I’m independent,
meaning
I try my best to depend on myself
Fast and furious,
Zooming through
the streets.
People Stare,
but she doesn’t care.
“Destination?”, she asks.
“Oh um Time Square.”, replies the passenger.
Flying Car? Super Powers?
Strong, beautiful, smart driver.
She wore a red
and blue steel dress.
An incredible head band
and best of all the
fanciest boots ever.
“I appreciate the ride”, thanked the passenger.
“Of course, no need to thank me.
Next time you need a ride request me.”, proudly announced
WONDER WOMEN.