Vision+Voice

you will never miss anyone as much as the sun and moon miss each other.
they chase each other through the sky, only to see the other once before passing.
only a small hello or goodbye is all worth the wait.
the sun cannot live without the moon, just like the moon cannot live without the sun.
we will never understand how they feel until we truly experience it for ourselves.
to the sun the moon is so beautiful, glowing bright in the sky.
although people may be afraid of the darkness, we will always know that the sun will be right behind, always following.
to the moon the sun is like air when there is no oxygen. without the sun there is no moon.
when the sun rises we know it’s a new day full of new beginnings.
one day they will walk hand and hand across the sky and we will admire them.
the Sun and the Moon.

you will never miss anyone as much as the sun and moon miss each other.
they chase each other through the sky, only to see the other once before passing.
only a small hello or goodbye is all worth the wait.
the sun cannot live without the moon, just like the moon cannot live without the sun.
we will never understand how they feel until we truly experience it for ourselves.
to the sun the moon is so beautiful, glowing bright in the sky.
although people may be afraid of the darkness, we will always know that the sun will be right behind, always following.
to the moon the sun is like air when there is no oxygen. without the sun there is no moon.
when the sun rises we know it’s a new day full of new beginnings.
one day they will walk hand and hand across the sky and we will admire them.
the Sun and the Moon.

Twisting turning out of time
Out of rhythm out of rhyme
Into corners dark and cold
An angel’s final breath to hold
A knight to stand through endless black
When tides are strong won’t turn his back
When fires grow beyond belief
When lonely souls are left in grief
Our savior strong and just and true
Will fix what has been left askew

Music is my sport
The thing I’m proud of and do
I play on my piano court
The one place that feels true

Music is my voice
How I handle situations
It helps me make a choice
And make my own creations

Music is my homework
I practice with my ears
Isn’t it quite Berserk
That it can bring Everyone near

Music is my creation
What keeps me going everyday
It is my dedication
And what I shall play

No matter if I make it
No matter if I listen
The only thing that matters
Is that music is my glisten

I am slammed against a cold hard wall
My legs are twitching and I can’t stop them
The weakness of my body collapses
And all I want is to fall asleep
and never wake up.

But I can’t
At least not yet
I have more to do
And most importantly
I have someone waiting for me
And they need me.

But how much longer can I last?
Every time I shut my eyes to ease the pain
All I see is fire.
Fire growing as tall as skyscrapers
And it won’t stop.

There are people there too
In the fire
The flames consuming everyone I care about
Into nothing but a pile of ashes
And I can’t do anything about it.

I see through my eyes
But I am frozen
I can’t move any part of my body
I just stand there
Watching everyone I love disappear.

My eyes open
And I am back in the dark
I curl my body up
And try to be as small as possible
As my whole world starts to cave in.

Writing
the words don’t always flow easily
pencil on my paper
stuck
Where do I start?
What do I say?
How do I get the message across?

the time is ticking down
i have Nothing,
Nothing,
Nothing,
Nothing.

so many ideas were in my head
but the second I needed to write them down
the words, Disappear,
Gone,
Vanished.

i have searched my brain front and back for the words that ran away
where have they all gone?
i am Stuck,
Lost,
should i give up looking for the words that ran away?.

cold
fall down down down down they go
take a large step CRUNCH
the breeze hits as if it’s in a rush to get some where
the sky is a unlimited ocean of blue
the wind blows against your neck
a car rushes by with a full family going to dinner
the leaves pilled up like a mountain
brisk
joy

basketball is my sport
i dribble down the court
everyone gets in a rush
while the crowd starts to shush
i shoot and score
the ref blows the winning horn
Cheer, Cheer
my family fills up with gleer
family we will forever be
they will always share the moments with me

the cold morning air hits your skin
rooms as big as an elephant’s stomach
dry dead grass all around
smell of tickling good thick turkey popping in the fryer
a million sweet sugar cookies laid on the table
freezing lake water shivers at the cold
sweet sour sugar filled kids run around the trees
house has green has grass
deer stomping on sticks that snap
i’m thankful for our thanksgiving house for it is my second home

online learning is a thunderstorm
to most people I know,
it is dark and cloudy
my sister’s grades are a part of the rain
in this storm, intelligence doesn’t mean a thing
crashing and falling down
with thunder booming
and shaking
across the sky
carrying the dreaded dinging doorbell
and ominous clacking keys
like claws on a tile floor
we have tried giving her umbrellas
or shelter from the downpour
and covered her ears
but the sounds get louder
the umbrellas are tearing
and the shelters are crumbling
under the heavy weight of isolation
forced upon an extrovert

my friends are getting tense
trying to bargain for sleepovers
the rain contains the workload
the moving
my lack of time
their umbrellas are upside down
filled with the water of my problems
being loaded into their loneliness
and my guilt at being so helpless
against the tide rolling their way
while the booms echo
throughout the empty space
where hamster sleepovers
and nerf gun wars
used to take place

but I am different here
the sun hurts my eyes
and makes me too hot
so when the clouds come along,
i’ll roll up
in an imaginary vehicle
from the books I’ve read
the shows I’ve watched
and the stories in my head
my inspiration comes from the clouds
and the shapes they make
and the sounds of music
that thunder creates
my mind and my soul
have started to wake

my lack of sleep is no more
cleaning gym clothes is less of a chore
the thunder is the music
that pounds through my head
constantly changing
always the same
the rain carries cool, refreshing splashes of relief
that fall upon my introverted face
it moves in different ways
it moves at my pace
a crashing downpour
or a light sprinkle on my face
i control the rain
i’ve made it mine
i’ve stopped the flood
and surfed the tide
i dance under clouds
and skies of gray
while my friends and family
are huddled away
the cold and the wind
blow through the windows
and doors
and into my life
where the blinding sun
is no more