Category: permission

There ain’t any inconspicuous posters,

It’s not clear or visible at all in the school.

 

About this time of day may change,

Unless it’s inconspicuous to the eye,

And absolutely of no importance whatsoever.

 

Even places are inconspicuous;

They include a theater,

Of inconspicuous people,

No one to run into until,

They ome out and show you.

 

Nobody is hidden,

Until you finally reveal,

Who or what you are,

Whether it’s in a public place,

Or at home,

You will forever hold in peace being inconspicuous.

 

The warmth of my cat

Her whiskers tickle my face

They stir my dreams, like little whisks,

She asks me, are you living

I respond,

lulls me into a deep slumber

and my imagination

into a flight of fancy

the life of your dreams?

I’m in a dream

 

I let go
I want it back
I let go
Just like that

Every night I close my eyes
I think about it
I wanna say “Yes I do”
Can I have it?
I will give you yours too

They stole it from me
You probably don’t notice
But I do

I want my love back
I know you want it too

 

My mom is the sun; she keeps us all in order.
My dad is Jupiter; he’s big, strong and tough.
My sister is Venus; she is small, cloudy and fierce.
And I am the asteroid belt, right in the middle of it all.

 

 

Up in the clouds,
Yelling loud,
“Flying over the mountain!”
The dragons by my side,
I spied,
A fairy castle in the in the sky,
A wervyn said “Hi”,
When I was flying over the mountain!
I plunged down,
And saw a little town,
Under the mountain!
Dwarves pound on an anvil,
What will they unveil,
A sword of gold for me,
Foam welcomes me to the sea,
Drowning slowly in black,
I see lilac,
It was all a dream
The land under the mountain!

 

This one sunflower rests in my mind as a thought
It is wilting and curled and gorgeous
I want to grow up like that
Never forgetting my beauty
I would love myself
This one sunflower makes me happy and joyful
But most of all it makes me bloom

 

I am the boy
Who is afraid of the dark
When I go to sleep
I am afraid
I am always
Afraid
Not afraid of the
Monster
Living under my bed
But afraid of the monster
Inside of my
Head
The one that will
Leave me
Dead
I am the boy
Who is afraid of the
Dark

 

I used to crawl but now I stand tall
I used to stay quiet but now I sing to the top of my lungs
I used to have coloring as my homework but now I have homework you can’t imagine
I used to use bay cups but now I use glass
I used to hate school but now I know how much it has paid off
I used to write all sloppy but now I write like a boss
I AM WHAT I AM

 

Joey
soft, comfy, rough,
music, loud, roaring,
Breedveld

 

Trapped in a cage of tar
dripping venom from its rusty bars
you think you might escape
but trying to makes the wound worse
and the cure is hard-won
and all efforts are so easily sabotaged
you feel like you can never
bring yourself back up
to stand tall and face the world
that tries so hard to keep you down
but the secret to escape
lies within your own strengths