Vision+Voice

I am from the lamp on my desk
from the old leather book and the new checkered rug
I am from the white brick house and the green backyard
I’m from the magnolia tree in the back corner
its white flowers opening like hands to greet me
I am from the mahogany coffee table and the family portrait
I am from Sean and Shannon
from courage and faith
I am from church on Sunday
and game nights on Friday
I’m from buttery brown rolls
and juicy oranges
I am from the green treed backyard
and the sun-baked sidewalk
I am from Austin, Texas
I am from home

If one were only to look within one’s self
One would see a spark
If only one were to look through the dark
One would see such spark

The spark remains outside of one’s reach
An evasive mosquito
An annoying fly
Stuck in one’s mind

If one were only to look within one’s self
One would see a ember
If only one were to look through the dark
One would see such ember

Once ignited
Never to be extinguished
A burning desire
Never to be quenched

If one were only to look within one’s self
One would see a blaze
If only one were to look through the dark
One would see such blaze

Through the spark and the ember and the blaze
The light will guide you
Through the tunnel and the dark
The light will guide you
To a place where dreams roam
Enternal and free

If one were only to look within one’s self
One would see a dream
If only one were to look through the dark
One would achieve said dream

The little white whiskers
flying in air–
footsteps like whispers
Looking so fair,

Fur like clouds on a hot summer day-
they pounce like a lion
looking for pray.

My cat is special so are you,
Please pay attention yes it’s true-
I love me- to the moon and back,
Love yourself, cut some slack.

1. When you wake up
On Christmas morning you
feel a rush of
joy runs through your body
as you walk into
Your living room and
See all of the presents
Lined up in a row
But just one catches
Your eye with a glistening glow
Could it be
Could it really be
I have only ever
Dreamed of this

But then you realize
Something
Now you wish
This was a dream
Please be a dream
Please be a dream
But it was not
The tag
It said
From Santa
To Ella
I felt like my heart
Sunk to my stomach
Then all of a sudden
My mom yelled
Time to open
PRESENTS!
Then it went black.

That morning smell outside after it rained
The baby swing that wanted to be swinged
The breeze flowing through the tree’s leaves
The beautiful gold-like glowing tree
The fall-like tree

Wait a second
Wait for me there
You’re now ahead of me
That’s not fair

I need a second to spot the light
Once I see it, we’ll take flight
We’ll get on our pony
Hit the open road
Or should I say
The rainbow road

It might look beautiful
It might look bad
If it’s ugly, I’ll be very sad

Once we cross it, we’ll be together
But just wait a second
Wait for me there

My Life in My Hand, My Hope in My Heart

Tears dripping onto the paper. The fear of failing in my heart. Nothing but black. Then comes a shimmer of light inside. My heart fighting the darkness that lives inside me. The sadness, the sorrow, the evil within all of these things being bashed away. These things are now replaced with hope and happiness. The light becomes brighter, brighter than the sun. The light swallowed the darkness, drowning it out with the sound of my hope. I repeat the words of a wise man I once knew, “Be brave, be bright, keep your dreams in your sight make your hopes big and bright.” A tear builds up in my eye, not from sadness but from the happy memories that encourage me to excel to be the best I can be.

Where i’m from
I’m from the sweet smell of
Sunlight trickling over the
Table of 2012.

I’m from the red triangle top house
And a bright rainbow swing.
I’m from the blood of red heads
From apple trees that sway in the wind with no care.

I’m from summer days in the backyard with family friends.
I’m from the great great GG who i thought would turn into a
Big piece of corn.

I’m from late night cuddles and snuggles
on the couch with a toasty blanket that seemed like
heaven.

I used to be mad at the world but now I’m not. I used to bring myself down but now I cheer myself up. I used to want to harm myself but now I capture the beauty in my body. I used to get angry at everything but not I take it as joke.

Where i’m from
I’m from the sweet smell of
Sunlight trickling over the
Table of 2012.

I’m from the red triangle top house
And a bright rainbow swing.
I’m from the blood of red heads
From apple trees that sway in the wind with no care.

I’m from summer days in the backyard with family friends.
I’m from the great great GG who i thought would turn into a
Big piece of corn.

I’m from late night cuddles and snuggles
on the couch with a toasty blanket that seemed like
heaven.