Thunderstorms.

The room was dark then BOOM!
The sound was a bomb,
It lit up my bedroom
The room was bright,
Then night,
I went under my bed,
but bumped my head.

Through the ages,
The storm rages,
I scare little kids,
With a,
BAM
BOOM
BAM.

You see the light,
Then comes a lot of fright,
It also scars dogs,
Sometimes hogs,
Destroys logs,
It follows with fog,
That’s what thunder is.

I am

I am from the church I grew up in
I am from the old swingset that would go rickety rack
I am from the teenage mutant ninja turtle I would watch on sundays
I am from the the old xbox 360 I would play everyday
I am Josue Bautista San Agustin

what in My closet

old Nerf gun from a forgotten childhood
your clothes some too big, and some that should be handy downs for your brother
pictures your mom stuck in there because she needed extra space
some soccer cleats you only use for that special day your coach calls you out on the field.

Moldable

There was once a piece of clay
Soft, fresh, and new
Perfect to mold and shape
Into a pleasant view
A sculptor came along
And eyed the simple lump
He thought it needed more detail
“I’ll make an intricate rose,”
But this, the clay didn’t want
The delicate petals that emerged
From the sculptor’s hands
Were beautiful and fragile
But the sculpture wasn’t sturdy
And that the clay couldn’t stand
It pleased the sculptor, though,
So clay kept its form
Until a girl came along
And didn’t like the shade of brown
“It needs to be red,”
The girl said
And grabbed a vermillion dye
She rubbed it all over the clay
‘I don’t like this,’ it wanted to cry
However, the girl was satisfied
And that was all that mattered
So the clay kept its color
Until a boy came along
And looked at the clay in disgust
Bend it, dye it, twist it he might
But nothing the boy did
Made the clay a prettier sight
So he left the weary old hunk to be
And no one touched it after that
With that, the clay was free
Of expectations, complications
Of something it did not want to be.

What’s in a school locker???

What’s in a school locker?
In a school locker, there is that crumbled-up paper that was due weeks ago,
but forgotten about
In a school locker, there is the chip bag that you got from lunch,
that you are just waiting to eat in a class that allows snacks.
In a school locker, there is a lousy decoration you put in your locker,
But forgot about that nearly fell off.
In a school locker, there is your backpack that barely fits.
What is in your school locker????

Writer’s Block

I hold my pen against the paper,
But only scribbles greet me
Squiggle, doodle, criss cross
I’m lost in a sea of uncertainty

Was there a boy who could finally fit in
Or a monster who found himself a friend?
But, often, things aren’t so simple
That’s too naive in the end

There are so many stories I wish to tell,
But they all get caught up in the tangled mess that is my mind
Could there be a car stranded in the desert?
But with an ending I could never find

Perhaps there’s a girl who looked in the reflection,
But she only saw eyes filled with tears
As she’s losing her grip on the hand that she clung to
While everything around her disappears

Could she ever realize that light’s just around the corner
Bringing hope and a chance to be free
On second thought, maybe not
‘Cause that sounds a just a little too much like me

I Am

I am smart and funny
I wonder why there’s traffic is a thing
I hear birds chirping like “tweet” “tweet”
I want an electric car “vroom” Vroom”
I am smart and funny

I feel happy around friends and family
I pretend the floor is lava and that it’s bubbling “pop” “pop”
I worry about my great-grandma
I cry when I get hurt badly
I am smart and funny

I don’t understand why climate change is happening
I say “Never give up, just keep trying”
I dream about graduating high school
I try to do a backflip
I hope to be a soccer player
I am smart and funny

Whats in my closet

The most random hats that I never wear
The laundry basket that’s overflowing with my clothes.
The big pile of clothes that are next to the laundry basket because they wont fit in the laundry basket.
The clothes that are too small for me and could probably fit an American girl doll.
The scary halloween costumes that make me jump a little
The shoe boxes, not because I’m too lazy to throw them away, but because I want to save them for absolutely no reason.