Earth’s Pride

Earth is a place that we call home
Its beauty can be seen from ocean to ocean and land to land
Earth provides a home to all living things
As the Earth turns, and day turns to night, and night back to day,
The beauty shines with a new morning light

Brand New White Shoes

Something on the inside
that I can’t wear
a secret
like a draft thrown in the fire
a secret voice, a monologue
in this silver sphere
this bird’s eye-view
looking down at my life and those swimming in it
I’d spin and dance with them if I could
feel them if I could
free them if I could
make them trade the blood running down their hands
for blood flushing up their cheeks.

But.

These reverse growing pains
phantom form with phantom pain
the track becomes a sphere
scrapes my legs, my feet
bloodied on the asphalt of adolescence
to be young, always looked at and never heard
my Chin cut on the sharpness of a straight story
to be queer, always looked at and never heard.

Fingers dragging on the road
give me a pencil, a paper
bring me something to carve
to form
to take and change
bring me justice
I have wild horses
unbloomed roses
brand new white shoes
begging to be taken out of the box
the closet
to be caked in mud and mess and breaths … and time.

Once such a sharp, conniving thing
until I wore it and made it mine
let it take me like a soft unbreakable current
like it did in the days when I was younger
before I was perhaps graced
perhaps burdened
with the predicament of a writer
becoming wise but not old.

Books

From the old to the new
or just decaying to you
The ones filled with the forgotten history
From Washington Carver
To fantasies hidden inside

The beaming in your heart longing for it
Waiting impatiently to check it out
The adventures you go on without even having to go out of your yard
Sitting in a tree diving into the chapters of books
Being entertain no matter how many times you read it

Invisible to the outside daydreaming about the places you read
Just happy about the pleasures you get
And being able to read all of the books

The Power of Words

From the minute I wake up in the morning to the minute I go to bed at night, I hear people communicating in words, but words are not just sounds coming out of your mouth. They are powerful tools that travel to your heart.

More than one million words, but it all comes down to one of them in order to hurt somebody. Just as a trail of never ending imaginations are infinite. One word alone can be joyful or hurtful depending on how you use it.

What’s In My Locker?

A organizer that’s not organized,
A light my mom bought me that will never be turned on,
A unfinished piece of homework that won’t ever be finished,
A bunch of pencils, freshly sharpened,
Some things that are in there are things that i didn’t even know existed
They wait to be found.

Home

From white walls and wooden floors, to dogs and frends I am who I am.

From the smoke of the grill to the roof of my mouth, and the family all together, we are who we are

I am from John and Karen, with some of John and Gray too, from famly and friends and all who push us forwards, we are who we are

I am a Kitchen

I’m from air fryers,
From pizza scissors and spatulas.
I’m from beeping alarms, alerting everyone the dishwasher is done,
From blinding lights illuminating the house as you open the fridge at night.
I’m from the aloe vera plant in the windowsill,
Stretching eagerly towards the sun.
I’m from leftovers and penguin doodles on the pantry whiteboard,
From uneaten experiment dinners and long, boring days in the middle of July.
I’m from new family favorites,
From burnt pizza and overcooked fish.
I’m from crumbs on the counter,
From arguing over who needs to clean it up until we get bored and walk away.
I’m from “Start eating without me, I only have one more math problem,”
From banging on the walls calling everyone out of their rooms to come downstairs.
I am a Kitchen.

Outside

While a father and son are playing soccer,
The moms are chatting in the field.
As one kid tries to ride a scooter,
A dog is going around and giving kisses.
Six toys are as still as a frightened chameleon,
While the wind howls without a care.

The cotton candy colored clouds
Prepare our appetite for the ice-cream truck.
As the end of our day nears,
We all go inside like hibernating bears

How it Used to Be

My house used to be messy and undecided, but now it’s clean and tidy

My dog used to be lively and playful, but now he sleeps on the floor waking to the smell of food

A room only to be used for guests now has all my precious belongings inside it

My life used to be slow and relaxed, but now I have to work on projects and homework

My TV was watched for me and my sister’s entertainment, but now it’s only used for watching on special occasions

My bed used to be under my sister’s bed, but now it fits snugly next to a wall

Water used to come out of thermoses, but now comes out of a filtered tap

My teeth used to have nothing to worry about, but now I wear an expander

My toys used to be used every day, but now I only use them on special occasions

Sleeping used to happen at 8:00 pm, but now it happens at 9:00-9:30 pm

Computer time used to happen never, but now I use one every day