Snickers

SNICKERS

Snickers
Is no ordinary horse.
His deep brown, almond eyes
Seem to stare into the very depths of my soul.

Snickers
He knows what i am thinking
When I am happy, sad, lonely,
Or mad

Snickers
Who is better than any therapist
Who gives the best hugs.
Who seems to understand
Exactly what i am saying
Even when i know he does not

Snickers
“He’s just a horse” they say
I say
No.
He is a friend.

THE BIG DREAM

Baseball
The game, a vine that grows inside of you
Quickly grabbing pulling you into the fun
Because that little vine becomes something big
A plant
A big plant
The game soon becomes what you love
And then you want to be one of them
A giant star on the big stage
Every kids dream
Every single one
A dream as big as a home run
Dreams that go BOOM
But it just started from a little vine like you

Time

What is Time?
A figure?
Just a number?
Or is it something else?
We always want more or less of it
Is it a space filler like the grout between your tiles?
Or is it something else?
How is time measured?
By the beginning of the universe or how fast something moves?
In seconds or minutes?
Time is an idea wrapped in a thought
A thought to explain how things became what they are now

The ABCs of My American History

Allegiance
Bill of Rights
Civil rights
Declaration of Independence
Equality
Freedom Fighters
Government of the people, by the people, and for the people Humanity
Immigrants and refugees
Justice
Kids
Liberty
Martin Luther King Jr.
Native Americans
Oh, Say can you see…
President
Quilting the American flag
Race and the Rivers of the Mississippi
Slavery and segregation
Transcontinental railroad
Underground railroad
Vietnam
Wars
X-Malcolm
Young Lords
Zion


Highland Park Elementary

Fifth

Mournful Metamorphosis

Despair is…
Spring’s warm breeze,
blowing away my hopes and dreams.
Despair is…
The nostalgic violin,
that drapes the world in violet.
Despair is…
Your heart racing for “the one”,
but realizing its unrequited love.

Despair is…
Like a flower that blooms,
only to be picked and will wither soon.
Despair is…
Like a newborn’s first cry of life,
but the next day his mother dies.
Despair is…
Like this poem,
I was happy to write it,
now I’m disheartened I wrote it.

Not bigger not better

So you think you’re higher than me. You’re on a stool
You think you’re stronger than me? You’re a tool
Well screw you, pun intended.
You can eat all the crap I don’t give. I’m defended.
Cause the sticks of your words and the stones of your insults won’t break my bones.
My structure is unshaken and your cover is blown.
Don’t think you’ve got the upper hand.
Because when we get past your ego everything is bland.
This is a rant for all the people that looked me down with disgrace.
Stop living your world upside down and understand your place


Crockett high school

12th

Season Feeling

Light up my life like a Christmas tree,
You’re the angel at the top,
It’s a present to be present you better believe,
I always want to sit at the fire and hear it crackle and pop,
I fell in love with fall it’s a pleasure to fall in love with you,
I don’t mind the weather, whether or not in your presence,
I can stop and stare, and you know it’s true,
You’re the potion that mixes with my hear essence,
Touch my heart with sincerity,
When I’m with you I can think clearly, clearly you’re the one I’m seeing,
And I’m swimming in a sea of rose petals,
I can petal my way to your heart,
And you’d invite me with open arms,
You’re the puzzle we put together by the fire,
And you’re the piece I need, to every single part.

To him

I hate how you left me without saying goodbye
How you let us drift apart
You just went away
I thought you changed
But I was wrong
We used to talk on the phone every night
Now I would hate to hear your voice
You left a hole in my heart
You hurt me so much
And I hope you know that
I hate you for what you’ve done
But I know deep inside I will always love you
And I hate that so much
But now it’s time to move on
And let go

I believe

I believe laughter is a cure to depression.
Just how a rainbow & sunshine us our own cure to a storm.
I believe we are slaves to the night, afraid of our own shadows.
I believe that hard work pays off.
Because it doesn’t matter how you want people to feel about you, it matters how you feel about yourself.
I believe that half the time you pray yo God he doesn’t listen.
But he never forgets about you.
I believe been asleep is better than being awake.
But then again you’re still trapped in a different realm.
A realm that even the happiest moments can still be over taken by the darkest thoughts.
Because nothing in this earth is too peaceful.
Because this world is overrun by God & Lucifer.


Crockett High School

12th