A pistol my blurry eyes’ essence emanate terror I feel like I’m falling deep into an abyss as dark as a black hole into surroundings that tell terror to my soul where am I? who am I? what am I? are questions I’ll have to answer myself Because the only thing around me is my life all my moments all my emotions sadness jealousy happiness anger and more gathered in one place just waiting for the next person to use them Continue reading Death

What are dreams? What are they really? Are they from God? Or just your imagination? Are nightmares from a place like hell? Are sweet dreams from a place like heaven? What are dreams? What are feelings? What are they really? Are they divine? Or are they soul-crushing? What are feelings? What is life? What is it really? Is it a gift to be alive? Or does it break you till you’re nothing? Some people’s lives are wealthy and others poor. Some happy and some sad. Life is so confusing. Continue reading What?

Cute as a lamb Cute and cuddly Important to me I love her so much Rare and special Every day we hug until I cry (happy!) Very special and Very rare Cute and cuddly Important to me Rare and special Every day we hug until I cry (happy!) Cute as a lamb Rare and special Lives in his little house Every day we hug until I cry (happy!) Continue reading Rose

My car’s engine is so sweet, I’d take it over anything so it cannot be beat. My engine is so beautiful I’d never leave it last, I love it so much I’d wish we’d had it in the past. When you’re puttering running along the road, but then you start sputtering and start to die, That’s my cue to cry and cry and cry. So, if we are stranded here ain’t we gonna die? Dad, call Triple A. Continue reading Ode To My Car’s Engine

Daphne I have a friend Her name is Daphne. She is very… sweet nice cute cuddly A good friend Daphne is the best. I love my friend Daphne Continue reading Daphne

Cora, kind loving, caring, sweet and fun.Cora is a great friend.She is my friend.Cora is like the sister I never had! Continue reading Cora

Oh! Hello! I’m a tree lonely one. No one around me. I’m all alone. The tree cutters are coming for me next. I’m also flaking away, slowly. Global warming is surrounding me. Wild fires are taking my friends away. My roots are weak, sap is draining away, my leaves are dissolving, flaking , falling, flowing, blowing away. Animals are disappearing too, houses are being built in a tree’s place, bulldozers are running over bunnies’ homes. Nature is slowly walking away here, packing it’s bags taking everything it can saving every little bit as hard as it can. No! No! Here … Continue reading De-Forestation

Dog I love you you are adorable Oh no my dad spilled batter on you Batter dog you are cute as a model OH DOGGO OOH- I love you! OH! labradoodle doggo. Continue reading Doggo

Mommy is kind Mommy is caring She is the best mommy you’ll ever find Just make sure she gets her bearings Mommy is as caring as a dog She is a bird protecting her nest But she does not like the bog She is the best She smiles so sweetly almost like candy She loves me so deeply She is so handy Continue reading Mommy

I wonder what Kenny wonders? I wonder if he wonders about track-backs? Or willows whispering and wandering? Or sheer, shelling ships? Or trumpeting, trampeting trunks? Or I wonder if he wonders about stinking, sleeping, squeaking, slipping, slopping, squashing, soaking, sinking, sulking, squawking, slurping socks. Or camping, campers, clicking, clucking, canoping, cropping, creaking, clopping, caimans. Or does he think about dirty, dusting, dinky, dwelling drums. Or about pizza pie, prickle, pokes, pine cones? Or beautiful blue bonkers bullied bloopering, bonking, bouncing, buried, banana birds. Or gonging, going, gaping, glooping, gloping, greedy, growing, gnawing, gooping, green gazelle’s? I wonder what Kenny wonders. Continue reading I Wonder What Kenny Wonders?

I close my eyes and I remember a special moment of peace. His warm smile like a diamond which I don’t quite remember still lies deep in my heart. Even though he can’t come back, I still feel his warm arms wrapped around me. Continue reading Grandpa

Slice. Slice. Slice. Cut. Cut. Cut. Cut. Staple. Staple. Staple. Together. All day I work so very hard. So please help me from this torture I have every day. I hurt people every day. It’s the worst. All the papers are mad at me. And I tell them it’s work. As a stapler, I ask for help. Continue reading The Talking Stapler

Always falls behind like an old man in a race Wanting to walk Can’t talk The mom needs to help when the baby cries The cries went out of their mouth like an olympic runner Running for their life Dad needs to help When the baby takes a bath The parents need to yelp When the baby goes splish splash But the baby needs help When the parents hearts are about to melt Continue reading The Baby!

My pride is as big as the sky, I keep it close to me, and I cherish it. Nobody can take it from me, no matter how hard they try. My pride, is me. Continue reading My Pride

My pencil moves like a ballet dancer Doing twirls, big leaps Green shines like the stoplight On the street Hanging over the cars Like how you hang over your paper, Hesitating. You are like A book’s beautiful, Bountiful, fanning pages Moving swiftly and fast as a bee searching for pollen. You are a best friend to my Paper, helping carry on the story From point A to point B. Continue reading Observations

Who will I be? A hero? A worker? Who will I be? An architect? A thinker? Who will I be? I don’t quite know. But what I do know is that I’ll always be who I want to be. Continue reading Me

I love Byron. He is the best cat. I laugh he plays we hug and hug until I cry, I cry my heart out. I love Byron. Continue reading Byron

My piano has keys eighty-eight Thirty-six black, fifty-two white, When my finger touches a key, I start to fly, like a bumble-bee! My fingers, they dance, Piano, it yells! But when I don’t want to stop doing so well, The piece ends. I have nothing to do – except bow and wait, For a time I’ll be able to do it, again. Continue reading Piano

Is he at the North Pole or the South Pole? I have no proof that Santa even exists, I guess. Could he be North South Where, where can he live in the cold and even how? I just can’t understand Santa’s ways. Why, why does he have to be so isolated? Why can’t he reply? I don’t understand Santa’s ways. Why be so lonely when you could have friends you know The world wonders where you are. Continue reading I Wonder Where Is Santa?

Oh, you beautiful fried egg Oh, how you taste so nice Oh, how I love the runnies I bought a billion of you Because you are so tasty and delicious Yellow and soft, salty and rich Ohhhhhh… Wait. A. Sec. You. Taste. Bad. Oh, how dare you let me down? How dare you go rotten? Oh, the mold Oh, the olive green hue Oh, the garbage smelling smell No, not now, Professor Fried Egg Continue reading Ode To My Fried Egg