Vision+Voice

I used to be anxious, but now I am bold.

I used to wake up early, but now I sleep in.

I used to be sad and quiet, but now I am happy.

I used to hang out with my cousin but now she is gone.

I used to play with my brother but now we fight.

I used to play outside but now I’m on my phone.

I used to hate being in my room but now I’m always there.

I used to go to my uncle’s house and play games, but now I don’t.

Itchy, sparkly, flowy, and bright costumes
Loud tapping shoes
Beautiful choreography leaping, rolling, turning, kicking, reaching
Bright hot lights that blind you
The triumph and happiness of getting that trophy working so hard to win
The sadness and down of losing but reminding yourself you gave it your best shot
Wonderful close friends that understand you and are with through it all

Swoosh! My pencil slides along the paper
leaving a beautiful drawing
of a tiny little cottage in the woods
with a nice little fire that’s flaming HOT!
So you better not touch it
Or you’ll get hurt!

And there it goes again
writing sentences, creating drawings
my beautiful pencil, oh I love it so much

My beautiful pencil oh it really is beautiful
Its black with a worn out eraser
It has a sharp tip
but then it gets all worn out
and when it’s all worn out
so dull, so sad
I’ll sharpen it once again
to make it oh so very happy

Slide, Swoosh, Scrape
Scrape, Slide, Swoosh
there it goes
My pencil has made something beautiful
Once again

I used to be kind
To my little brother
But now we always
Get in arguments about
Stupid things.

I used to hold
Him in my arms
When we were little
But now I don’t hold him
At all.

We used to laugh with
Each other now we just laugh
At each other.

I’m from a drop of water that fell on the ground and splattered everywhere
From a leaf and the dark clouds in the sky that drop water like it will flood the place.

I’m from my bedroom which is small and big at the same time. My bed moves and makes noises when you get on it. My bedroom window is torn up like an animal trying to scratch it.
I’m from my 3 dogs who play with me every day like a jumping and happy bunny.
And they never get along with each other. But they still spend their time sleeping with me.
I’m from a lamp that shines bright as I am having a bright day but becomes dark when I am sad from a bit of electricity that can power a whole family.

I’m from a drop of water that fell on the ground and splattered everywhere
From a leaf and the dark clouds in the sky that drop water like it will flood the place.

I’m from my bedroom which is small and big at the same time. My bed moves and makes noises when you get on it. My bedroom window is torn up like an animal trying to scratch it.
I’m from my 3 dogs who play with me every day like a jumping and happy bunny.
And they never get along with each other. But they still spend their time sleeping with me.
I’m from a lamp that shines bright as I am having a bright day but becomes dark when I am sad from a bit of electricity that can power a whole family.

It’s been a while now
that I’ve known you,
the bright blue dragon with fierce wing-beats
the sun after rain, the pounding of feet

And before you became a dragon
you were the crumpled yellow flower
with petals that stood against storms
and turned up to the warm glow of the sun,
the chocolate wrapped carefully in
colored foil
You were the sweet sound of strings
a quiet harmony that sang in the back of my mind,
a brisk wind that rippled through trees, rustling the
leaves in the damp grass that clung to our skin

As I watched, you grew into the
bright feathered bird with greens and blues
of varying hues,
attracting the eyes of everyone you pass

And when you morphed into a dragon,
you brought your colors along,
and you shone in the sunlight,
thick armored scales that hide
the storms that strike the yellow flower

You were the fingers curled into a
fake microphone, an inquiring reporter who
explored the unknown
but they faded away as you grew and
you changed into the blue dragon the world sees today

You are the glinting of glasses
that frame soft brown eyes
that hide the lightning that has struck you
behind a mischievous gleam in the light

He gave me wings
And so, I believed I could fly
just as
He gave me life,
so I believed I would live.
He invented,
And so I believed he was smart,
He solved problems,
So I believed that he could solve mine
But in the end,
I think,
I may have trusted too much
Trusted the hands calloused and aged
Trusted the face under hair that had greyed
In the end,
I felt I had perhaps trusted too much
As I fell through the sky
Hot wax dripping,
Fumbling, flipping,
As wind blew and feathers flew
from crumpled wings, torn from my skin
akin
to a fallen angel,
cast from Heaven above
As I
choked and drowned the whole plummet down

Tim Mcgraw
All Too Well
You Belong With Me
Look What You Made Me Do
Our Song
Ready For It

Style
Willow
I Can See You
Fearless
Teardrops On My Guitar
are just a few of Taylor Swift’s songs.
Taylor Swift won Album of the Year 2024
One of her albums is Evermore
Midnights was the album that won
I really love her music, a ton
I think Taylor Swift is the best
But sometimes they really put her to the test
Even my dog loves her, how about you?
I bet you’d love her music, too
Taylor Swift, Fearless, Speak Now, and Red
1989,Reputation, Lover, these albums get stuck in my head
Folklore, Evermore, and Midnights
If you called Taylor Swift the best singer, I’d say you’re right
Taylor Swift has talents galore
She can always do a little bit more

I should like the summer
But I am tired of the heat
I am tired of the long lilting poems
Cracking like limestone on the ground

The words that don’t reach my ears
Too trodden upon to lift their wings above the sun
Have decided to go someplace where the embrace of heat isn’t choking

Where instead the rain comes down
Washing away what yesterday brought about

But here
The heat never leaves
It places its hand around your throat
Making you beg for a release

Please God let the rain come down
Let it fix the wounds that dance across my knees
Let it rinse away the salt that’s burrowed its way in too deep

Let it give me back my voice
One that is parched and hunched over
Like an old woman hiking the streets of the town she grew up
The heat will turn her to nothing

She knows she will go from dust to dust
But what will return her to you
Is the rain

The rain that pounds and drums and leaves
Always it leaves
There for you to take it for granted
There for you to wish it to leave

Until the sun comes back
Until the clouds decide to let the sun shine
And the sun is worse than the rain