Vision+Voice

The bright sun shines above
Walking on the beach I so love
The cool breeze hits my face
While strolling with a steady pace
The refreshing waves CrAShInG at my feet
Where my toes and the sand meet
Oh it’s so fun to play
On a nice summer day

The longer days no longer live
The cold simply will not give
Shorter days lie ahead
Mittens for hands and hat for head
Winter feels like jail
Three long months until bail
Gone are the days that forgive
I yearn for the day to again live

The comforting thunderstorm
Was loud as my sister wasn’t comforted
BOOM! Kept coming coming as it got loud

But I wasn’t scared by the loud
Strikes that came along the thunderstorm
I was never scared as I was was comforted

I wanted to be more comforted
Sooner or later IT wasn’t loud
I said hi to the rain and bye to the thunderstorm

I said bye to the thunderstorm, and was perfectly comforted, as the darkness came and know you’re not loud

head of snakes
eyes of stone
once seen as a figure of beauty,
perfection

once seen as an item
a tool
a mere toy to play with,
taken advantage of

her hair, a gift
to defend herself
against the men
the Man

her eyes, a shield
to show that she was more than
an Item
someone who is not to mess with

but that didn’t stop them.

He fought her
He sliced off her head
carried it like a trophy of courage
He returned home
idolized
as a hero
He stood proud, waving the mangled head
of a once beautiful girl

head of pride
eyes of daggers
once seen as a figure of beauty
an item

soon a Monster
and now,
back to her roots.

I’m like a rock surrounded by sticks.
I’m different, I think.
But all the other sticks seem to not like a rock like me.
They just seem to go the other way.
They don’t even care because they have all the sticks they need.

I’m invisible to stick apparently.
Its like they don’t even hear me and I’m a rock!
“Click clack” they all talk and talk but they don’t hear me.
They are careless about me.
I always feel that I don’t belong.

Every stick has friends except me.
Im sorry, I don’t know what I did.
I don’t know whats wrong with me, is it because I’m different?
I don’t know.
All I know is that I’m Alone.

it’s warm
and constant
like the heart
of a healer

The Sun Smiles

bright
yet calmer
then a fresh
b r e a t h

The Sun Smiles

and even when
the sun is gone
i know it is still smiling
because deep down
the sun is still there

And The Sun Will Always Smile

When I close my eyes anything is possible
But when I open my eyes I feel I cannot do anything
However today’s a new day that I can make a new choice
Today’s another day I can choose to not sleep with my dreams
but I wake up and chase them
Though the road might be tough in the end
I’ll never lose sight with what’s ahead

trillions of people know the best season is winter
even though we have no snow
there’s still time for holiday cheer

the streets are full of cheer
people shout it’s finally winter
maybe someday there will be snow

frost lounges on roofs and yards, mistaken for snow
my mom bakes cookies to spread family cheer
my sister and i watch christmas movies to honor winter

oh how we all love spreading winter cheer and celebrating our diverse holidays even if there is no snow

There the pile of homework lies
The one thing I most despise
There seems to be no end in sight
Over and over again each night

Oh homework, I dislike you a bunch
Why do teachers assign so much?
Homework, you cause me to stress
And make my nights such a mess

Homework, you are a thorn in my side
You always have my hands tied
I am so tired; I want to cry
But I know I have to give it a try

Homework is like a nail in the coffin
Why do we have to be buried so often?

Happiness is a thing with frosting
It sits on the table and waits
It can be any color of the rainbow
It’s fun to eat, but even more to bake!

You ask what’s behind the frosting
It’s really hard to describe
So many different flavors
It makes me feel alive!

Let’s talk about the toppings
My favorite is rainbow sprinkles
Maybe yours is different
But when I see it my eyes twinkle

Out from under the bridge like a silhouette in the distance,
Bats fly from under, they go to feed.
Darkness creeps with the moonlight.

Up at dusk, the moon won.

Out from the secret places they call home come,
Predators begin to hunt for prey.
Like a giant flashlight with its long white fingers claiming the night for day,
The big ball of gas rises to fight the moon with all its might.

Into the day and back,
The prey of the day slips from the predator of the night.
Each outshining the other in their battle
Into the night and back.

Up at dawn the sun won.