Vision+Voice

Every time you all get a touchdown
It shows why you are the champs
It makes the other teams Rundown
It really shows when he tramps

Every time you all get A Sack
It sets them back a few Yards
When you all Attack
They better keep up Their Guard

He went through the Tackle
A flair of green and The Gold
He ran faster than a Jackal
The green and The Bold

You should see our coach he’s really a Rueger
We’ll see you in the bowl of Sugar

I am a knowledgeable person about science
I wonder why daylight savings time is a thing
I like the day to go fast like a stopwatch
I see the day shorten until the sun is asleep
I want to travel the world to see different cultures
I am a knowledgeable person about science

I pretend that I am a pro basketball player that can dunk
I feel time speed by like an F1 racer
I grip the ball

I worry I might miss the shot as the time runs out
I am a knowledgeable person about science

I understand know daylight savings time is to save electricity
I say that I can dunk
I dream to fly

I try to be the best at everything I can
I hope one day daylight savings time will go away
I am a knowledgeable person about science.

a constant dreaming state
existing within your own head
a world which you dictate
a more satisfying reality, but instead

you cannot read
you cannot sleep
you have thoughts which you need to feed
in your head you are too deep

to count seconds going by
one , two, three, four, five
why say bye?
when you can thrive.

travel to imagination
go to the Dream destination

Lately, I have not been having fun writing
I am not completely sure why, but it’s true
I can not find a story that’s exciting
Some ideas come to me, but there are few

Ideas always catch me at the wrong time
They never come when my brain is in its prime
I feel like I can never write that much
Maybe all I need to start is a small push

they want us to think
that to be a girl poet
means you have to die

The black cat.
Dark as the midnight sky,
Soft as a fur coat,
Eyes like a bright yellow moon.

Creeping around,
Low to the ground.
Waiting for something to eat.
Waiting for 1 year.

Then 2 years,
2 turns into 3.
And suddenly 5 years.
5 years but 5 is really five minutes.
Black Cat

With a press of a fingertip
This bright light grows
And a perfect square can flip
The motion is as smooth as shooting bows

When I start to get tired
I start to shut it off
It is required
After one snore I start to cough

He makes me smile
He is very super duper
He gets groomed with a cute hairstyle

Cooper loves to beg for food
He needs to lose weight
He has his own food but he’s never in the mood
Even though he has to lose weight he still is great

I hate poems
my brain thinks slow
one more poem
and my brain will blow

poems aren’t my thing
and when I need a poem
my brain won’t bring
which makes it hard sometimes
to think of good lines

I hate poems
I don’t know how I did this
this might be my best
how did I even finish this

poems are okay
this might not be that bad
when I have to make a poem
it usually makes me sad

Why must you stare?
Your eyes always scare
You judge my every move
Like I have nothing to prove

I can’t even write
Without facing your might
My clothes aren’t enough
For you’re too rough

When I’m feeling down
I hide my frown
For you’ll think I’m weak
And won’t hesitate to speak

I can not live
Without something to give
And I can not be
With all my glee

Why must you judge,
Do you hold a grudge?
Is it something did?
I am just one kid

No, I know why
But it makes me cry
You’ll always be there
Always in your glare

For you live in my mind
Cause no one was kind
And you won’t leave
So I guess I’ll grieve.