It was Harry’s Supermarket
The place we all knew
The place we all went to.
A Tune
There will come a time,
When daisy’s dance
and blades of wind
Will cut through the sky,
Singing a tune
Only you can hear.
A New Year
A new day
A new year
The world is upon us
The possibilities endless.
We all lie in wait
With promises galore
And a sea of wishes
Upon our very tongues.
A cheerful symphony
Of laughter
Of cries
Of a
5
4
3
2
1
HAPPY
NEW
YEAR
And may this one be filled
With dancing stars
And smiling moons
And a sunrise to
Greet every beautiful day
And sorrowful storm
To bring upon a year
Of new beginnings.
The past now just that
A past of memories
And growth.
A year to never forget
As we bid it farewell.
Goodbye 2020
A year of
Riots,
Politics,
And a horseman run
Rampant.
Hello 2021
May you usher us into
Wisdom,
Health,
And understanding.
Rock Bottom
Falling down a rabbit hole
Watching from afar,
No way to intervene.
They tumble and they stumble,
I wish this wasn’t it
Rock bottom never seemed so scary
Until you watch another come
so close
Their eyes squeezed shut
The obsidian abyss
Encompassing
Mere light a fantasy
high above their head
Hope now shattered.
Jealousy
A green beast.
An angry beast.
A large, hideous beast.
What’s this thing that
presses from the inside out?
Suffocating,
stomping on the lungs.
It knocks out all the
oxygen, and it fills the
bags full of a mist.
A thick,
slimey,
green mist
that comes out in clumps
with every breath.
How does one stop
the beast from rampaging?
How does one stop
the beast from taking over?
This beast,
this hideous beast,
with the name
Jealousy.
False Statement
Why is it you
enter my thoughts sometimes and never
leave?
As if you are thinking of me, too.
You know,
they say that
if one can’t sleep,
they’re awake in another’s dreams.
Why is it you
disrupt my sleep as if
you still have a hold of me?
As if we still have anything
to do with each other
When that’s a pretty false
statement.
Our Life
Through the ups and downs,
we go through life,
with heads held high,
basking in the sun
or
dripping in the rain.
Trying to find a path
only our own gaze
can follow.
Walking down a road
of our own making.
Twist and turns,
skips and hops.
This is our life.
This is our making.
The Essay
Did you go to the party? I
Heard Brian was there. Mr. Marx is
Collecting the essays he assigned last
Week. Everyone
Was there. Even Sarah?
I’m so glad it’s almost break. Are you ready
For the game on Friday? The
Cheer team has to
Wear leg covers since it’s getting
So cold now. Mr. Marx is a joke.
Did you see the video? She’s
Actually showing her face. I
Just bought these sneakers.
Oh my God, look at her face! I
Didn’t know someone
Could drink that much. Dude,
I’m not ready for this Anatomy exam.
Gross!
Did you see the way she’s
Looking at
Him?
What a great night! That’s what
Brian said, too.
Hey Sarah, looking good.
I forgot about the Essay.
Little Joys
Watch them dance in the
Meadow fields,
Among the golden wisps of wheat.
The breeze abuses the
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