Bed

There’s a B and a D in bed
And the E represents a man
Hopefully he’s not dead
Though he probably has a tan
If you need to sleep
(which you can do by counting sheep)
Just go to a bed
And don’t tell me you’re dead!
Then you sleep
Without making a peep

What I’m From

Based off Where I’m From by George Ella Lyon

I am from ballet slippers,
From BLOCH and ETSY.
I am from the loft in the square room.
(comfy,sunny,tastes like cupcake wrappers)
I am from the marigold plant,
Which makes my day much brighter than it starts out.
I’m from flaps and precision,
From Barbara and Kaltenbach.
I’m from the trying and the sweet teeth,
From “sit down to eat” and “be careful”
I’m from Thanksgiving feasts, and community events.
I’m from Austin and the Anshels,
Chile and tacos.
From my uncle’s nighttime encounter with tarantulas,
My grandfather’s twisted ankle from Skimboards.
Under the top floor of the house there is a room marked office, filled with old books and toys of most important.
I am from the memories those things bring-
To others and to me-
Handled carefully by generations.

Gone

Gone. the handsome boy you’ve adored since second grade,
The lunch stews,
The elementary school you attended for 5 years,
Your old chewed up purple sweater,
And your disheveled, but sleek, water bottle.
Gone may they all be, but in your memory they stay as clear and polished as ever.

Boxed up

In life I’ve been shoved into a box that I can’t get out because when I try getting out there is always someone to close the lid and shove me back in and no matter how much I try, I can’t. When I was a freshman I tried showing my true colors but when I would, I would get stink eyes and names and rude gestures that I wish people would get rid of and some of that time I wish that they would just stick it up; at themselves. Sometimes I would be scared for my life because I was threatened by people who had called me names and know they try jumping me.

Window

I looked out my window and wondered about life.
My neighbor was again trying to sell his “Twife!”
The steam in the distance, global warming is the blame.
The squirrel has stolen an acorn, now he’s having shame.
Then I walked out there,
with a stare,
plopped down on a chair,
and bought the Twife.

Blood and Bones, Sticks and Stones

My heart is wrought of iron
My mind is cased in steel
My bones are made of diamond
wrapped from head to heel

My skin is strung of turquoise
My hair is forged of gold
My eyes are raging fires
Secrets they must hold

My lungs are hollowed topaz
My blood runs liquid silver
My muscles burn with bronze
A flexing copper river

My lips shine like clear glass
My teeth are opal daggers
My nails are dipped in emerald
And sharper than the latter

My tears slip like sapphires
My screams scrape red like rust
My lashes glint with onyx
Dark and without trust

My armour made of metal
My shell, cast and sealed
Has covered me for so long
I’ve forgotten how to feel

Yet there is only one thing
That can crack this shield of mine
Love can rust the toughest metals
If you just take the time.

Falling

When I go to school I get really bored, like a monkey as stiff as a board!
But one day the school floor caved in! So far the hole was AS DEEP AS MY SHIN!
It got bigger, and we started to fall, going away and away from school!
“Sit down, Miachel!” “Aww.”