The crisp leaves danced like ballerina’s as they fell from the trees. As I walked deeper into the forest, the scent of pine filled my soul. While the wind howled, the trees danced. As soon as the wind hit my face i could feel winter’s bittersweet coldness coming my way.
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Hunger
My fire’s growing weaker growing soft within the night the lights fade slower and slower my embers slowly die in the night silent darkness
My Fire
My hunger grows inside me like a fire I have those times when my hunger Roars and crackles But times change when my fire is fed its water Then she finally sizzles down Although sometimes my hunger gets released into a wildfire Up and down in my body But as always everything has a stopContinue reading “My Fire”
No Sense
Roses are red My name is Dave This poem makes no sense Microwave Roses are red Stockton’s behind me I keep my binder very untidy
Daisy
heavy and dark the colors of a tree trunk Continue reading “Daisy”
Winter
Bundle up in your coat Get some hot cocoa Sit by the fire, relax and look outside to the frosted outside. As you see snowflakes fall to the ground
Scoreboard
Game Played May be players May be spectators seeing the change of world Like changing scoreboard From shade of leaf to building risen. Playing and spectating life.
Video Games
Roses are red Violets are blue I think video games are cool.
School
School makes me feel like a fool They say its a tool I say its just cruel there’s so many rules i wish i could go to a pool at least there its cool my backpack is so heavy it makes me feel like a mule
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