Small Boy

Small boy
BIG world
The contrast is sharp,
Makes him seem unimportant, but he’s not.
Not to me, not to Reese, not to Anne Claire.

An adorable little boy,
He lived right down the street,
So fun he was to play with,
He was funny and sweet.

A voice that sounds like a smile,
A grin that lights up his face,
Grey eyes that were always sparkling,
and a laugh that made my day.

Small boy,
Big heart,
So funny,
And filled with love,
Wasn’t that far away.

Now he’s farther than ever,
In a place I cannot reach now,
But I loved him then and forever,
And now I’m lost,
Hoping to be found.

A young life,
A high price to pay,
His loss hurts like a knife,
At random times.

Small boy,
Big heart,
So funny,
And filled with love,
And he has never felt farther away.

Winter Mystery

Winter is a mystery
It has dark unknown things
With magical blistery
Weather and see what always brings

There are dark wonders
In this wonderful land
Where sometimes I ponder
With thoughts that may never go as planned

Sometimes you get lost
Where your mind is in light
But you are crossed
With magic that is like the sun, so bright

WInter is a wonderful calling
But there are secrets of darkness
In this time snow could start
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Winter is fantastic, but could be something that is heartless

Winter comes and goes
With still things that haven’t unfold
As the chilly wind like a tornado blows
In a magical land with secrets that nature still holds

A Secret World

The sea is its own world
Begging to be explored
A secret only revealed to the bravest of divers
A maze n e v e r e n d i n g

The sea is full of life
Where creatures of all shapes and sizes are welcome
Each staking out their watery territory
Finding shelter in the sunken kingdom

The waves are the oceans deep breaths
In and Out
The water’s surface is a blanket
Protecting the life below and all of its chaos.

New York poem

Dear New York
You blow me away
Always flashing bright colors
But also very grey

The people walk your streets
Of mystery and color
Walking like no one is there
Bumping into each other

New York…
You take my breath away
With your gorgeous skylines
And just in every other way

Shoulder goes Bruh

Wrestling with my dad
Pushing, Laughing, Throwing
It’s all in good fun, nothing could go bad
But then it all went wrong

My foot hit the couch
Time slowed down
I fell for what felt like an eternity

THUMP!

“Aw that hurt”, I said, “Oh that really hurt”
“AAAH THAT REALLY HURTS”
My dad vaulted to the ceiling
He looked at my arm and said,“I think your shoulder is dislocated, oops”

My dad took me to the car
And we sped over to the hospital like a rocket
We got to a room and a doctor walked in
“Ooh that looks bad, but I can fix it” he said
He went over to me who was still crying

SNAP!

I winced as my shoulder snapped back into place with a sharp burst of pain.
My shoulder looked normal again, but there was the tiniest amount of pain.
We went back home
And laughed about it
About how I accidentally dislocated my shoulder

Saddness

Sadness a storm that swallows you whole
You’ll never be free
In the darkest deepest hole
You feel you cannot climb out
That makes buckets run down your face
And the water makes a lake

The water carries you up
You see the light of the sun
And the shape of a person
The water cares you up, up, up
You reach the top
Where your best friend is waiting

The Stone

I am Sisyphus,
Rolling a stone up a hill.
Except, my stone is different.
My stone is 7th grade.

I continue to roll my stone up every day,
and when I finish,
Night has fallen and The Stone falls back down again.

The Stone gets heavier and heavier,
Harder to push each day,
A boulder.

But there is someone
pushing the same boulder,
Pushing right beside me.
This is what helps me push The Stone.

This person,
Always there,
Even when it gets hard to see.
This person,
Always with me,
And helping me push The Stone.

Each and every day I push this stone of life,
Of challenges,
Of friendship,
Of work,
Of wondering how I could possibly continue.

But I am Sisyphus,
and there is someone right beside me,
Helping me push the Stone,
The Stone of 7th grade.

So I will continue to push.
And I will make it through.

pizza

Munch, Munch, Munch!
Crunch, Crunch, Crunch!
The food we eat a bunch

When you go out for brunch
You’ll have it more than once

Pizza
The food that will give you a punch
You will eat so much you’ll have to hunch
Hunch over like you’re a old lady
Because you ate to much

You’re not hungry
But you eat it for late lunch
I love eating pizza
And I eat it a bunch