One by One

One by one, roads build up,

day by day, class starts up,

month by month, class is quiet,

year by year, I’m too weird.

State by state, travel by,

coast to coast, summer ends,

month by month, I do not end,

coast to coast, left behind.


Time to time, it never ends,

day by day, time to sleep,

night by night, midnight comes,

year by year, sleep on bed.


Second by second, time comes by,

minute by minute, goes too slow,

hour by hour, sighs to sighs,

tired for bed, sleep the whole day.

While I Dream

While I dream I feel like a balloon being let free.

I slowly drift away feeling the crisp air rushing against me.

As I drift away, my thoughts drift away with me.

I don’t have to worry about anything to come.

I can just be free and slowly float away.

My thoughts disappear knowing that I don’t need to worry.

The minute I am wakened, my balloon pops.

I slowly drift back to Earth knowing I have things to do.

But I can always remember the moment I was a balloon.

Memories

I have scary memories. Ones of the hospital doors.

Ones of hearing my mom cry.

Ones of panic and ice cold.

I froze in that waiting room.

I don’t know what to think… What would happen?

I’m brought back to reality.

I have good friends near, happy sisters, and I know that he’s waiting for me in heaven.

He’s Gone

Deep in my soul, a knife stabs my gut. I’ll never see him again.

“No” says my mom. “He’s in heaven.”

Is he though?

Darkness seeps inside of me.

And so does great fear.

I cry myself to sleep.

A deep and lasting slumber, then I wake up and I never feel hunger.

I feel like locking myself in, staying there forever.

My best friend hugs me, light but warm, but she doesn’t understand.

How could she? At least not yet. We are only in second grade.

I sit under the tree. The one we’ve had forever. She’s trying to get me to play.

I didn’t feel like it that sad day.

As I Grow

As I grow, my seed shoots from a sappling to a sprout 

My yellow pedals reaching out as i stare at the glaring sun

I yearn for water, but when it comes it seems to come in a crashing storm, or not at all

Gravity roots me to the Earth,yanking and taunting as i attempt to touch the clouds

But no matter how tall i am, winter comes, and i start over

I wish that i were a pine, tall and strong, giving shelter to all who seek it

I want to grow tall, giving no regard to winter’s biting remarks

Never ever stopping my journey until the whole wide world is nothing but a pile of dust

Despite this, i still seem to glow, spreading joy to all those who pass

For now, i sit in my own shadow, knowing, my seeds where enough.

And, until my time comes, i will reach for the Stars​​​

Forgetting my Lunch at Home

Running out the door 

While its still on the floor

I drive away

The long hours begin

The lunch bell rings

Filled with glee 

Skipping merrily

Just to see 

Nothing but a locker that needs to be cleaned

I head to the lunch room with nothing in my hand 

I beg for scraps While my friends eat their snacks

I starve more and more

Now I know 

Never to forget it at home

Just to repeat the cycle again.

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