your vision, your voice
There is a world inside my dreams
Filled with mystery and wonder
Filled with magic and happiness
Filled with smiles and laughs
Filled with excitement and courage
Filled with nature and peace
There is a world which is real
Filled with anger and rage
Filled with sadness and stress
Filled with violence and death
Filled with darkness and dread
But if I had a choice between living in my dreams or living in reality
I would choose reality.
A stack of clothes on my vanity
A lamp I never turn on
A shoe box full of candy under my bed
A rack full of purses and tote bags I barely use
A bed that is all pink black and white with plushies all over it
My school backpack on the floor
Junk!
Someone’s arm chair flying around the sky
A lone banana squished and beaten
A wall battering a tree
A lamp shining brightly in the darkness
An army figurine marching around the sky
Me screaming for help
The TV lecturing me about poems
A poster showing us how to be kind
Headphones waiting patiently to be used
Plugs hungrily eating up electricity
Me writing this poem
Hard or soft shells
Meat to eat
Top with lettuce
And tomatoes
A side of chips
A side of beans
Lime ready to be squeezed into the taco
Cilantro ready to be dropped in the taco
Salsa ready to be dipped in by a chip
And queso ready to be dipped in by a chip
The family is waiting for the food to be on the table
And we all thank God for the food
Pristine
Enchanted
Radiant
Fake
Extraordinary
Confident
Terrific in every way
Everyone is compared to perfect
It’s almost impossible to think for yourself
Some look at themselves and weep
Only because one disagreed
Cry because you hate how you look
Cry like a life had been took
And cry because you feel weak
Perfect is impossible to achieve
So don’t hurt or grieve over something unrealistic
And don’t let the materialistic girls put you down
Confident people don’t make others feel low
Confident people let you grow into the person you strive to be
and watch you become the person you’ve had the potential to be all along.
I used to have 1 class, but now I have 8
I used to have a backpack, now I have a locker
I used to have freetime, but now I have homework
I used to have recess, but now I don’t
I used to have time to get to class, but now I have 4 minutes
I used to be driven to school, but now I take bus
I used to be in elementary school, but now I’m in middle school.
The cool breezes on my neck walking around the neighborhood
Fall leaves on the trees all in red, orange, yellow, and brown
The crunch the dead leaves make when you step and shatter them.
The warm and comfy feeling of when I walk in my heated home
Fluffy warm sweaters to comfort and keep me warm
Sipping apple cider outside on my front porch
Watching as the wind slowly carries the colorful leaves all the way to the ground
Cute decor in beige, brown, and orange lines along neighbors’ porches
A perfect balance of mostly cold weather
Feeling the almost grasp of the two fall holidays coming soon
Feeling as if I want this season to last forever
The moldy grass from last year
The next door neighbors cat
The teeth that are as sharp as scissors
The tongue that has licked everything
Half of their dinner from last year
The teeth that your mom tried to brush 7 years ago
The leaves fall fast, leaving their tree bare
The wind is like a puppeteer,
Making the them dance with invisible strings
The ground not visible anymore underneath the colorful sea of leaves
The autumn chill creeping inside the sleeves of coats and the in cracks of windows
The sky crowded with gray clouds,
And the chance of rain is in the air