Vision+Voice

Books
By: Naomi S
Thoughts-
They swirl and dance in my mind-
They don’t really care.
I hear quiet mumbles
They’re like and itchy scratch that never leaves
From the world of reality.
Whenever I’m holding the words- I feel like royalty
There’s a whole pile of words-
Right in front of me
Yet- completely out of reach

They have excitement and mystery
When I have my words, forget about history
I want to swim in the pages
Sing when something good happens
It makes me feel like if I take my eyes of the pages it’ll kill me.
The beauty inside every tiny letter is brighter than the sun,

But there’s something heavy keeping me away
From what I desire most.
Being told to put it down,
Or just do it later
Now I’m just thinking traitor-
The pile of paper so
Helps when Im bored
They ask, what’s the point?
I say, there’s no point.
You just have to pick a good one.

I am from cleats and soccer balls
From wearing my shin guards on the outsides of my socks
and playing on the small goals
I am from the soccer field
From small patches of grass and the crumbs of dirt in my cleats
I am from the ups with my team and all the downs
From cheering my teammates on when they score
And saying “good try” if they miss
I am from the smell of fresh air entering into my lungs
From taking deep breaths to kill away my fear
I am from all the practices that we do
From the big bright lights at night
And the hot sun shining over us
I am from the memories that make me laugh and
From the memories that make me tear up inside
I am from my home, the soccer field

Every petal that balances on one stem,
each floating with color.
Colors vibrant of pink, white, yellow, purple
that burst into earth when the flower blooms.

The strong stem,
The straw that holds the water,
the water that hydrates the magnificent plant.

The roots of the flower,
they hold it all together,
digging into the earth feeling the rich soil below.

They shine so beautifully in the sunshine,
Trying to get all the sun rays they can,
They truly are beautiful

High in the sky, a snow leopard I spy.
With fur so white, under the moonlight it shines.
Feasting on cherry pie under the sky so high.
Once it is done, will it come? Will I be its next dine?
Will I be a sweet treat for the snow leopard to eat?
Caught in its gaze in the moon’s soft haze.
With a heart that skips a beat, my fate will I meet?

The horrible cold
The short days
The bright red cheeks and noses
The white blank snow
The power going out constantly
The biggest jackets you’ve ever seen in your life
The heater always on
The trees as frozen as a ice cube
The colds I always get that make me cough
The icy and dangerous roads
Why not sandy beaches?
Why not the bright blue waves,
Saving me from the sun?
Why not Ice Cream every day?
Why not the pink lemonade,
Fresh as the ice cold pool on a sunny day?
Why not playing with friends in the green grass?
The horrible cold

I love Taylor Swift you love Taylor Swift We all love Taylor swift but Do you think she is a little overrated i have to admit she is pretty cool and great at singing but if someone said’s they don’t like taylor swift Swiftes that what they call taylor swift they will say 1000 reasons why they should like taylor swift or how they are crazy but still i think taylor swift is cool.

In April showers I think of you,
Dewey and doe-eyed and deliriously lavender
Spinning in the street with that loud echoing laugh of yours,
As I stood, getting soaked, a tiny chamomile
In awe of your purple petals

In April showers I think of you,
Wrapping me in your warmest towel as we watched
The clouds unfold into a sky of lavender and apricot,
The colors kissing as I knew we never would,
While you held me.

In April showers I think of you,
My heart as warm as the tea I brew with only you in mind, my dear, a lavender chamomile.
The herbs at the bottom of the mug don’t say that you will be mine,
But they do say I love you.

I am from the red couch in the game room
from the Windex used for cleaning the glass table
and the toy the dog doesn’t even use but leaves it
in the middle of the hallway.

I am from the hardwood floor, carpet, and red doors.
I am from the roses in the backyard.
I remember the oak tree in the front yard
with long limbs as if they were my own.

I am from cutting the Rosca on January 6th
and being nosy. From Mariana and Gustavo Aldama.
I’m from being know it alls to waking up early
and from yelling across the house.

I am from “apúrate” (hurry up) and yelling my name
to tell me that the food is ready.
From the song “Despasito”.
I’m from whoever gets the plastic baby when
they cut the Rosa they have to make tamales.
I’m from Austin, TX, and America and Mexico.
I’m from the conchas and caldo.

From when my cousin and I got
lost and we found each other we finished
an entire funnel cake in two minutes.
From the picture of me and
my sister on my sister’s wall.
I am from the Aldama family.

My parents and I drove through the street,
like an ocean that was smooth and steady.
Then, we went to different places,
like the speed of light. We were hungry.
We found new restaurants that were so good it was as if they were calling our names. We ate smoothies. My smoothie made me feel nice and fluffy inside. One restaurant was a bag of trash. The Customer service was bad. When I asked for mayonnaise they gave me a wrinkly old package of mayonnaise it reminded me of a day-old raisin.

Flowers are blooming
Snow melted and sun came out
Spring is coming soon!

Caterpillars are
Changing into butterflies
Spring is coming soon!

Put away your coats
And change into your short sleeves
Spring is coming soon!

The birds start chirping
Sweet little tunes all day long
Spring is coming soon!

Animals waking
From their long winters slumber
Spring is coming soon!

More sun for our fun
The days are getting longer
Spring is coming soon!