My memories are a broken wheel
struggling to keep up as I feel
as I remember over and over again
the best moments, the worst
and everything in between
only remembering the remembering
only remembering the best, or worst
forgetting what I knew I would
the small moments, the empty days,
the bland family mornings
the repetitive, only the idea remains
never each event
these moments are my life
yet are unimportant
not eventful enough to stay
And then slowly that part of the wheel
falls away from the rest
never to be seen again
as the wheel rolls away
But anyways there must be room
for everything new to come
for all the ups and downs
for everything I can’t even imagine
for the wheel to rebuild itself
to add to everything it has
everything new
and to roll on
Glitter
Glitter, glitter everywhere.
Glitter, glitter in your hair.
Glitter, glitter on your face.
Glitter, glitter all over the place.
How did you get here, you glittery mess?
Why must you follow me?
You are a disgrace to humanity.
I do not like glitter at all you see.
I once loved you, but now I do not.
All this thought of glitter is making me bitter.
I have glitter on shirts and art works.
It is so shinny, so why am I being so whinny.
Maybe I really like glitter,
YES! YES! I DO!
Ok you glittery mess, I really like you.
You shine like the sun.
You shinny gorgeous baby.
Pool or School
I want to go to the pool
But instead I have to go to school
At school I drool
And people don’t think I am cool
I fall off my stool
Like a fool
I wish I could be cool
I think I’ll Just go to the pool
Friends
Friends can be confusing
But they really are amusing
My friend is the best
But sometimes she can be quiet a pest
Don’t tell my friend
Or she will kick my back end
The world is going to bend!
THE END
Life
Though life may be tough
Some things can be more rough
You want to get through life well
Because if you’re nice I’ll be able to tell
If life is sad
Don’t let it make you mad
This was the best day I’d ever had
Till I fell on a pad
Track
Track oh track!
Oh it really hurts my back
The track is very hard
Though I don’t mean to bombard
There are chalky white rocks
(which I usually put in a box)
Then there’s that fox
That talks and talks
Trees
Trees are green
Trees have leaves
Trees are living things
Night Sky
Through the telescope, I see
Stars, so far away
Shining like little donuts of light
Twinkling for a minute
Then gone
That’s how fast
The Earth
Is spinning
The Voice of The Woman
I hear her in my head
I see her standing next to me at night
I feel her watching me
There is a voice that tells me I am nothing
I have never met her
But I know her
I see her shadow looking down at me as she yells at me
She tells me I’m nothing
She tells me I will always be nothing
She tells me I’m not good enough
She is not a voice in my head, but something I created
She was made by me
Only I can get rid of her
Only I can let her go and destroy the next victim
