Dreams, oh what wonderful things. They make you feel joyful, they flutter and sing. They sing songs of hope, of love, death and desire, Of worlds that have long since been plunged into fire. They shine like the sun, like the moon and the stars, Each one is unique, like the craters of Mars, They may be your future, your death and your fate, Or just a light fantasy, nothing too great. Not all dreams are good, some break that one rule. Some make you sweat, some are just outright cruel. They pray on your thoughts, on your hopes and … Continue reading Dreams

And there were the spices placed on the floor. The odor was unique and the smell was strong. I pick one of the jars up and put it to my nose. A sharp feeling, a tangy feeling. What’s next, a metal feeling? I enter a state of joy while lying on the floor. Continue reading Spices

Sitting Waiting Perking your ears Silence Kerfuffle Bored again Reading Scaring the cat Realizing it is mean Yawning Snoring Wait, I’m late for a meeting Continue reading Bored

Getting a job is hard You have to work every night to the sunfall of day When you wake up every morning to another job To do one After Another It’s way too hard to manage a business, that’s another question Unbearable job Continue reading Unbearable Job

I once knew a boy Who was fresh and salty. Often I would wonder Why is he just So lively and cheeky And yet, I do love my Lemon Boy. For he is frisky and Sharp as a tack. And when he shows His teeth and wags His tail, I know my Lemon Boy Loves me back. Continue reading Lemon Boy

Offered to the child A new world Home Life Like holding silky air, Light Bright Slippery substance of a star Holding on to the Weathered and old Hand. Hand. Weathered and old Holding on to the Slippery substance of a star Bright Light Like holding silky air, Life Home A new world Offered to the child Continue reading Moonish

I wish I could make my parents proud I wish I could sit upon a cloud And if, of my wishes a few came true I’d be happy, maybe, and I’d wish well for you Continue reading I Wish

When you look at a fish Imprisoned In its fish tank You never seem to think Aren’t we fish too? Contained in earth A fishbowl Its inhabitants Trapped. Though we never thought We could ever escape. Continue reading Fishbowl

It’s sunset. It’s twilight. Night is covering the land with it’s cloak. Day has done its job, And slowly pulls it’s cloak into the west. The crickets start chirping. The stars come out. The bats swoop around Looking for food. A warm breeze blows, Making the long grass sway. The sky lightens in the east, Day is pulling it’s cloak over the land once again. Continue reading Night

Words come in many forms dead, alive, I, from, said, NY, So many forms a word can take. So be wary, no careful of which choices you make. Continue reading Words

Anxiety is when you are stressed or scared. It’s like if your stomach is a witch’s brewing pot. It’s like your insides are doing somersaults again and again. It’s like your brain takes over and you’re suddenly sweating and your breathing’s heavy. It’s like the whole world is laughing at you. It’s like your role model is looking over your shoulder and you don’t want to mess up. It’s like drowning but you can’t get up for air. It’s like you’re about to die but you’re waiting, and you don’t want to die. Anxiety is just you getting too worried. … Continue reading Anxiety

Clouds and thoughts move through your mind Dream, the thing that decides for you to sleep longer or shorter Dream, the thing that gives you a different taste Dream is the magic word Continue reading Dreams

Some people say love is in the air But really it is what brings to people together It is what gives you life and what it means to have a family Everyone dreams of someone loving them But what they don’t know there is already people who love them Continue reading Love

The clock is like a creature always moving never stopping it tells the time and when it’s wound up a clock could run for eighty years and your time’s up seconds and minutes and hours and days all get told by the clock it might break it might not it is the clock Continue reading The Clock

The summer beach sun Sits on the ocean waiting, See you tomorrow. Continue reading The Beach

A feeling inside that Wants to break free. A boa constrictor That wants to Strangle you in Dark thoughts. It curls up in The bottomless pit of your Stomach. It overcomes You Unless you Fight back. Continue reading Darkness

sunshine is like a person sunshine is neither friend or foe sunshine can make you feel warm and tingly but can also make you hot and irritated sunshine can make a day beautiful bouncing off flowers and green leaves making them glow but sunshine isn’t always there Continue reading Sunshine

The sweet sound of the thick string pressing down on the maple wood neck All of the scales, the notes E string A string D string G string Jaco’s fretless bass Europe’s upright bass America’s electric bass Short scale 4 string 5 string 6 string models The sweet low hum on the bass The wonderful melody it produces Continue reading Electric Bass

Normal a thing that will never have a meaning to everyone What you may think is wrong, to others is what makes them feel right While it seems like there is one meaning there are infinite even if we think not Animals have a perspective from a bee to bear and although we don’t understand them we know because From everything they do to everything they don’t, it’s normal Normal may seem like an opinion but really it’s a perspective on reality Which can be altered and made into your own because it’s what makes you, you Continue reading Normal

On a screen all day, parents say it’s taking your life away. It’s not true not at all! They want you to play with a ball. I don’t care not one bit, so I’m still going to sit sit sit on my bed even if it’s hurting my head. Because gaming is one of the funnest things in the world for me but not for my mom nor my dad. Which is sad. Continue reading Gaming

When I was a young boy I never heard the word oy Until I met Jeremy It was the first day of school When I walked into class with some kids that I knew And sat on a bench while Jeremy talked things through I was quite scared, but I had my friends As I looked at my teacher it looked like the end But soon I knew him i knew him quite well He was very nice and and even quite swell Soon I got used to it and started to like it This was before I learned to … Continue reading Jeremy

Out of the darkness Comes the light. Out of the day Comes the night. Out of the ocean Comes the sky. With every hello There’s a goodbye. Out of the loss Comes the laughter. With every before There is an after. Out of the life Comes the death. With every last tear Comes a first breath. Out of the darkness Comes the light. Peace will come If we keep up the fight. This pandemic is hard And it might be long, But out of every disaster We come back strong. Continue reading Out Of The Darkness

I am from skyscrapers and houses From creaky floorboards to green grass in between my toes I am from schools to parks I am from ferns Unrolling like a hand for you to hold I am from feminism Big Ben and Jerusalem From Nina and Sivan I am from music playing From movie nights and cuddles I am from temples and family From broadway and home From eating my favorite foods I am from Brooklyn Gymnastics and sports From books to TV Toys From PS 321 And most important The Lewin family Continue reading I Am From

Blue can be bright Blue can be dark It could bring people together But it could tear them apart Blue is the color of the sky And blue is color of being blue It depends where you are and who you are with The sky blue is the good one,it brings people together But the dark blue casts a spell on you that tears you apart When you are depressed,the dark blue has crept up to you But when you are happy, the light blue shines down on you from the world above That is what blue can do to … Continue reading Blue

Is our life Pandemic Is quarantine Is sickness Is darkness Pandemic Is hurt Is loss Is loneliness Pandemic Is Our fears Continue reading Pandemic

Partially inspired by “The Giver” by Lois Lowry, a book without color White is the sheets of your momma’s bed So are the pillows where you rest your head White is the base of all colors you see White are the thoughts inside of me White is the snow that Jonas lay on He may lie there still, with the baby long gone Continue reading White