My favorite place in the world Is Dylan’s Candy Store It has lots of yummy treats Like chocolate, candies and more Almond joy, M&Ms Peppermint Patty and Milky Way Pez, gum and Jolly Ranchers I could be here all day Sour Patch Kids, Twizzlers and Tootsie Roll Oh my God, I’m losing control! Giant rainbow lollipop Please mom, don’t make me stop! I stuff my face with beans of jelly Now the aching starts in my belly Mom says we have to go I say no, no, no! Continue reading Dylan’s

My bookshelf is a mess I must confess So I put in in order to make myself less bored-er But it was a fraud I am still bored. Continue reading Bored

I woke up this morningFrom a night full of dreadAnd I had a weird thoughtThat popped into my head:I won’t be getting out of my bed “But school is today!” my parents protest“I have to admit that this is trueBut a day off would be nice, no work is due”“I see your point and we’ll let you restBut you’ll be out of bed for dinner at best”“What makes you say that?” I respond with a whine“We certainly have something in mind”They say at exactly the same time. I sit and stare at the TV screenI turn it on to “The … Continue reading I Won’t Get Out of My Bed

Red is a Sith’s boiling lightsaber. Red is the shiny armor of a Praetorian Guard. Red is the swift shot of an AAT tank. It is the large cockpit of an AT-AT. Red is the burning hot lava on Mustafar. Red is a photoreceptor on a Magnaguard. Red is the scary Zabrak marking on Maul. It is the pauldron on a First Order Stormtrooper. Red is the tall wall of Snoke’s throne room. Red is the stripe on a clone swamp speeder. Red is the jagged scar on Kylo Ren’s face. Red is a bad guy color, but not always. … Continue reading Purple in Star Wars

from the leaves on the trees, to the wake of the bees, Nature is amazing from the beat of the wings, to the birds that sing, Nature is amazing from as strong as brass, to as fragile as glass, Nature is a balance from the leaves that shine, in the sunlight so fine, it has a certain brilliance. Continue reading Nature

Feeling cozy is like being inside on a rainy day or sitting inside watching the snow by the fire or having fun by the campfire singing songs and playing games or coming in from the cold and having hot chocolate That’s cozy Continue reading Cozy

Layers of lasagna Bolognese and bechamel Hot and healthy With a salad on the side Continue reading Lasagna

In the center of darkness a light turns on and blinds the city. Everywhere else this is happening. Soon the city that was quite dark and peaceful is wide awake Continue reading Blinding Brightness

Beast mode trucks Beast mode jukes Beast mode scores Beast mode jumps Beast mode is Marshawn Lynch Continue reading Beast Mode

I feel dark.Like a pool of water about to drown you out.Like your best friend ignoring you for years.Like a scary clown popping out of your closet.I feel cold and sorrowful inside.My heart frozen shut, nothing inside.Just cold and dark!That is what the coronavirus has done to me. Continue reading The Dark Poem

When she puts me to bed she’s soft, cuddly and warm.But when she stubs her toe I must runbefore she curses up a storm. Continue reading Mom

Coney is black and white Coney is sweet Coney is cute Coney is silly Coney is alert Coney is playful Coney is long Coney keeps his tail high Coney sleeps a lot Coney is mischievious Continue reading Who Is Coney?

This year so far has been so weirdThis weird virus thing started out in Wuhan and now is in our country of the U.S.A.We are forced to stay inside, and work on laptops and little iPadsOur kitchens and bedrooms have turned into classroomsOur hair has grown more than it ever hasOur parents are home and working as wellBusinesses are closing, and so are our playgrounds and schoolsProtests are happening across the countryPeople are questioning, when will this end!?New stay at home orders everyday!People are going up to space!Flights are being canceled and so are vacations!People are getting sick and dying!More … Continue reading This Weird, Unusual Time

Childhood is painting pop-pop’s nailsChildhood is blowing out the candles on my birthday cakeChildhood is doing handstandsChildhood is hugging my parentsChildhood is toes in the sandChildhood is taking my first stepsChildhood is learning to readChildhood is my first smileI never want you childhood to slip-out from behind me,I want to be a child forever and ever! Continue reading Childhood

I’m from the ping ping of the rain on the A/C outside my window. I’m from sunlight drifting on the floor as days grow longer. I’m from the sounds of mamma in the kitchen in the morning. From radio on while I do homework. And lights that you pull a string to turn on. I’m from leaky ceilings and the plaster to fix them. From a squirrel nest on the fire escape. From the pear tree outside our window on 7th Avenue.It bloomed like popcorn in the spring until they cut it down. I’m from that smell of home when … Continue reading Where I’m From

Oh no! A bunch of rocks are chasing me No – a million of them After this, a pancake is what I’ll be I scream and scream until my throat is sore I flail my arms I scream some more A voice tells me to hush I keep screaming Hands grab me but I keep flailing I’ll be dead meat, it is seeming I take a deep breath I’m as hot as the sun Arms wrap around me into a hug and I’m glad the movie is done Continue reading Avalanche

Once there was a little mouseWhose face was white as wallsIts eyes rained instead of twinkled Once there was a little mouseWho roared, instead of squeaked!Once there was a little mouseWho wrote this poem! Continue reading Little Mouse

Little or big, small or tall. Brown armored soldiers with little green hats. Shoes with frayed pieces of green ribbon. As tall as a sky scraper or as small as a pen. Guarding the forest, in every direction. Continue reading Trees

A stranger down the block Mysterious man mysterious man He was not a guest Mysterious man mysterious man He was a newcomer Mysterious man mysterious man He was just a visitor Mysterious man mysterious man A stranger down the block Continue reading Mysterious Man

No matter what happens, there is always one thing to hang onto: hope. Hope is the spark that starts the flame. Hope is the drop that starts the storm. Hope that everything will go back to normal. Hope for long, warm, up-close hugs. Hope that our story will soon have a happy ending. If we can all stand up and do what is right, everything will go back to normal. Hope. Continue reading Hope