Vision+Voice

As I bore into the ashen type soil;
And my limbs grow ever so cold and numb;
I cannot stop my never ending toil;
My ears now deafened by the heartbeat drum.

I cannot tell if this may be my curse;
Has my luck now run dry from the river;
Or maybe something I fear is much worse;
One that shakes my bones and makes me quiver.

My eyes rot and my fingers start to peel;
The drum keeps getting louder and louder;
I can feel Death as he nips at my heel;
The dirt I tear at turning to powder.

I beg, please send me quickly to my grave;
I cannot pretend that I am that brave.

I like gardening
You can grow a lot of plants
Gardening is fun

School is long
School is sometimes boring
School is learning
School is sometimes fun
School is down the street
It’s unpredictable!

The big blue blob
speckled with islands.
Underneath coral grows
fish swimming, crabs walking
some are deadly and big,
but some are small.

They listen to you
they keep your secrets for you
they are so loving

The tide rises up
the tide lowers quickly
waves overlapping

Real rain drumming on the roof, calming you, or waking you up. Rain that sprinkles itself down on you as you run, catch drops in your mouth. Rain in your head “too many noises too many sounds”:
Stress.
Rain that makes you sad and washes all hopes away, cancels a game or cancels a thought.
Ignore them, let your mental rain drain their comments away.
Ignore them, don’t let them make you stop writing.
Rain that drenches your clothes or your book. That makes you yell out in anger and rush back to your home. Into your family and their loving arms. The Rain wasn’t real, but painful and heart-breaking; imagine a drain and let it disappear.
They have a storm of their own.

The rivers
They lay in their
Churning and roiling
Bed

The lakes
They lay in their
Churning and roiling
Bed

The oceans
They lay in their
Churning and roiling
Bed

Blanketed by a foamy froth
Recoiling
And feathers dropped
By an innocent, unknowing pigeon
Recoiling
With every breath of water
It sloshes to and fro

T he car stopped.
H orrified, I looked at my friend.
E verything had been fine until the
C at jumped in the road.
A fter that we drove off.
T he cat had been hit.
I was
S till trembling.
A ll I could think about was the
L oud crash, and
I couldn’t take my mind off the
V iolent scene.
E verything happened so fast.

Sometimes,
You aren’t enough.
The storm rages,
The waves grow rough.
You pilot your ship,
As best you can,
But then you slip
And run aground.

Sometimes,
You feel so free,
Like you could do anything.
You could be anything you wanted to be.
You open your sails, unafraid,
And sail away.

Sometimes,
You’re all alone.
No crew to assist you,
No port to call home.
The swells seem infinite,
Cold and blue.
Your ideas seem finite
When the endless possibilities
Are suddenly lonely.

Constantly
There is a force, guiding you on
Call it love, call it God
It will never blow wrong
It will steer you home
Wherever home can be found

So don’t give up hope,
Because like a ship out at sea
You’ll never be deserted
Even if you can’t see.