Waves crashing and the wind howling
My eyes are closed, taking in the sound
Crash, whoosh, whoosh
I feel relaxed as water sprays my skin like a mist
Crash, whoosh, crash
Sand is in between my toes
Whoosh, Crash, Whoosh
The wind gets stronger and the waves become larger
WHOOSH. CRASH. BOOM.
The bright sun is about to set
My mind clear now, I feel renewed
CRASH.
April’s here!
And we are here.
So let’s grow rows of poems.
Each word is a poem seed.
Plant and read.
Heed my gentle tone, hear my praise for thee.
Impart thy gracious presence, my fair king.
Show me thy frozen hands, show thy misery,
How persistent the frost, even in spring.
Thou shalt not falter, through bearing such pain,
Shall I submit my soul to thy cold gaze?
Stay then, watch how wisps of clouds form fresh rain,
The heavens so bright, coated in sun rays,
Clouds so heavy, torrents rushing untamed,
The stings of droplets, the breath of wind here,
Release thee, for thou shalt not be pained,
Spring greets thee with grace, and so will I dear.
And with its sweet waters, I worship thee,
Thy alloweth my soul to be truly free.
Today is a really special day, do you know why?
Today is the beginning of a new year, where there are many opportunities,
Let the old hurts go, take away the sorrows and wonderful memories and lessons learnt remain,
Gladly we accept the new challenges and face them with strength,
United we stand together, dealing with both good and bad,
And with grace and blessings, we welcome the New Year.
Home
The Creaky Door
Colorful Paints all around Spackled walls like polka dots The fish tank running
The car waiting in the driveway The Furniture still as can be
Home
The Food’s Aroma Traveling Cabinets all around
Blankets like Clouds
The Fire Roaring
The Bed waiting for my arrival The door closing as I step inside.
A small lapse in our dark void of stillness
Was all I needed to ease the heartache.
Or should I be asking for forgiveness?
Was I blind to our own little earthquake?
Too many questions within our blank miles
That only contain our missing pieces.
Black and white covering our fading smiles,
As the bare distance only increases.
We are nothing but an echo of love,
Which I so selfishly thought to be real.
With our lies, I thought we could rise above.
But we crumbled, and I made a big deal.
Why did we crumble, lifeless to the ground
When I didn’t make a single small sound?
The Earth forever rotates
creating golden mornings
and shimmering nights
It never gets a break
spinning, spinning, spinning
day after day
night after night
creating beautiful phenomes
Yet she feels so motionless
Where bees buzz and rivers row
Where frogs leap and sheep roam
Where the breeze is like coming up for air, and the smell of flowers is ripe
Where the goats gloat and fireflies fly
Where stars shine and the moon moves
Where rabbits hop and horses run
Where your alarm beeps and disturbs your sleep
Where you groan and moan
Where you get ready for school
Where you hope you’ll have the same dream tonight.
Sometimes I remember, waking up in a chilly, air-conditioned room,
Rushing to get my stuff in my backpack for the day ahead,
Driving 20 minutes to the parks
My escape from the mean people at school.
Screaming my little heart out on all the rollercoasters, no cares in the world
My best and only friend surprising me while looking out at the lake of Universal
Dancing around with her until my feet hurt.
“I wish there was a way to know you are in the good ole days before you leave them”
Often I think back on getting ready for a long day at school,
Drained as I finish up the school day happy to be out on a Thursday afternoon
Doing my homework when my mom walks through the door,
She seems different
I go to hug her, but I can tell she’s forcing a smile
She sits me and my little brother on the couch, I knew something was wrong
She tells me my aunt passed away, I get mad at her for lying about something like that
Why is she crying?
Oh.
“I wish there was a way to know you are in the good ole days before you leave them”
Two more years of highschool,
I’m starting to finally realize that nothing lasts forever
I’m getting older and there is no stopping it.
I’m scared, what do I do with my life?
Shouldn’t I be happy?
I don’t want to lose sight of who made me who I am today… my family
I could move away and live a separate life, and forget about the pain in the past
But, I don’t want to lose my best friends.
Choices are hard, LIFE is hard,
I’m not a kid anymore, I have to live up to expectations and provide for my family.
“I wish there was a way to know you are in the good ole days before you leave them”
Are they pulled out
Like a tooth at the dentist?
Could they be torn off
Like a Band-Aid, pulling every hair with it?
Maybe they are eagerly ripped apart,
Like a present on Christmas morning?
Or maybe they just disappear,
Like the leaves on a tree in Autumn,
Not realizing they’re leaving until they all are gone.
