It’ll vanish in seconds like an invisible cape any shape or size any color or effects it will leave its crumbs right then and there the scent of plain paper and the taste of mistakes, but any mistake can be fixed…by an erasers so have no fear the eraser will come and fix your mistakes. Continue reading Eraser

My whale, it’s like a ship Swimming from continent to continent. My whale lives a whole life of adventure. My whale also likes the bottom of the deep sea. He’s curious, my whale, and loves a good hug. He can be playful with his friends in the big blue. Continue reading My Stuffie Whale

I’m from the big red apple The tall green lady Roaring subway Shaking her way through the city I’m from splashing water slides Refreshing beaches And dusty sand-covered feet I’m from five, Three and two. Meatball, “the champ” Michael and I Frenemies for life Lastly Loving mom and dad I’m from a big table of people And sloppy folded pizza Oozing on your plate BBQ dripping from your mouth Sliding down and staining your clothes I’m from where “Life is not fair,” But a true classic “Treat hate with LOVE.” Continue reading I’m From…

It can be any book When you open the book you can’t get out It’s like the book is eating you up So many words and pages The book’s pages are the teeth The book can be short or long like a person Can be short or tall Every book is different. Continue reading A Book

As the bus slowly crouches around hoping to scare and scoop strangers into his massive stomach. He warns his fellow city buses with a honking growl, he warns everyone stay behind me. I get the best meal. He scowls with a feisty furious face and an empty stomach. He slowly strides between innocent mushy person grass. It sees a tasty meal of human clump up ahead. Its torso sways side to side oh so slowly. He stops to accomplish his goal at the bus Stop! Yes strangers in his stomach, next stop… Dinner…yum…yum! Continue reading The Hungry City Bus

I’m from the beach, the sun, clear water. The last state, shaved ice on a hot day. I’m from the middle of the Pacific Ocean, beaches everywhere you look. The place to come to surf, the place you need a popsicle or ice cream every day. I’m from a family cake mannar, jam, pastaleda in the cake. I’m from different flavors on the inside, ham, cheese, beef, chicken, olives and eggs. I’m from a lot of salty bread in a knot yum and salty, in their hometown Germany. I’m from my Tia Eve always making me better, working at the … Continue reading I’m From Poem

How to walk to Mars, jump on the Milky Way road, catch the Mars express wave to the moon as you stroll past, as you see stars from your ship’s mast, notice the craters of the moon created long in the past, and hear the blackness of space, finally this is your stop, you get off here, but be warned, your journey has only just begun. Continue reading How To Walk To Mars

Hear the crackling and pop of the flame Each wearing their own different colored outfit Going to sleep every now and then White hot Spicy fire The smell of a fresh burn Sensitive to my breath The dangerous hot force Beckoning to me It won’t let you touch it For it is scorching But it tempts me with its gorgeous orangey yellow flame Standing tall in its waxy body Dripping its boiling beautiful tears The candle. Continue reading Candle

I’m sorry my hamster ate your thumb eventually you’ll grow another one. It’s not my fault you’ll screw it with a bolt. You’re welcome for saving your life with a hamster and a knife, don’t call me again and count to ten, see what happens then. Continue reading Hamster

Shimmering like stars Smooth black like a night sky Sunlight beaming off After a long sleep A shiny rock of time. Continue reading Crystal

I’m from the beach, sun and rain a trophy firework in 2018 2 great soccer teams both with Mbappé many cities, one with a tower been there, the biggest celebration most of my family from here they come I’m from a soccer player who inspired my life him and his jersey I keep locked with a lock and forever I will keep a person with #10 on his jersey in France and wears a #7 in Paris showing that everything is possible when you set it as your dream the fastest player with the ball at his feet I’m from … Continue reading I’m From

The RAINBOW sitting in the fresh blue sky, newly born, on a soft pillow up high, Father sun and mother rain, there to stay for a day. Mother rain cannot stay and will come back another day. the RAINBOW puts on her brand new shoes, and smiles down at you. Continue reading Rainbow

I’m from the roaring cars and the concrete jungle The city that never sleeps. Flashing lights everywhere you look. I’m from the restaurants where sushi, dumplings and ramen fly into my mouth. The cream inside the pastel de nata. Me and my family stuffing our mouths with crispy chicken Slurping bubble tea while chewing tapioca pearls. Drinking coconut milk and then eating the rest. All of this food is like a food mountain. I’m from shooting hoops with friends. Going to the beach with Zuzu. family walks with my parents and Scarlett. The hoop Doedie got me during the shutdown. … Continue reading I’m From…

Covered in that yellow raincoat. Bite that soft warm sunshine. As you feel the lemon dissolve in your mouth. Bumpy fields of yellow. Sour, tart, taste of yellow fire. You can see the beauty within. Continue reading Yellow Starburst

A whole new world just inside, the pages that you flip and glide. The ongoing urge, to turn the page, no matter how old you are in age. The pages dancing with flapping wings all the papers filled with things. Trolls, goblins, and fairies too, all the creators coming towards you. And when you’re finished, put it away, but save it for another day. Another day, another book, so open it, and take a look. Continue reading Books

To hug the ocean you have to hear its call you have to embrace it… the water dancing through your body see its beauty crystal…clear…cold… gliding in your arms pull it in tight the icy blue waves don’t let them go. Taste its saltiness… and you’ll feel reborn you’ll feel whole. The ocean Is full of life and you’ll be glad — because you hugged the ocean. Continue reading How to Hug the Ocean

They never stop coming Things you don’t need, Things you do need. Pointless things that won’t stop coming — balls, calls, books, boxes, paper, donuts, pencils and more things you don’t need more and more pointless things They just won’t stop coming. Continue reading Things

I’m from the sizzling sun that the heat likes the soft sand you lay on as you earn a tan close to the cool refreshing water looking up seeing palm trees filled with coconuts swaying in the wind. I’m from Nana’s fire: salmon and ribs my grandpa’s busing’ pie that goes after the salmon the cold refreshing drinks they send shivers down my bones with a delicious breakfast makin’ me gasp with thirst maybe some midday fruit along with a beautiful sandwich I can’t leave out my Nana’s homemade bread some nice heavy sushi with a side of dumplings and … Continue reading I’m From…

Hold its slim, graceful body in your hand and guide it teach it to ice skate across the paper teach it to create beautiful things teach it till it doesn’t need to be taught anymore until it knows what to do until it guides you follow it to beautiful things. Continue reading Pencil

The brown chocolate dust and the dark kale leaves the arms and the legs growing out of its body it’s like mini umbrellas protecting me, from the pouring rain. it’s like hair on a cactus. What about the red roses swirling on top of the vine and the lavender? I think you’re forgetting about the apple trees with the juicy maroon apples. And that is what my tree can be. Continue reading My Tree

I am a fork an everyday object a metallic gray item but I am not a normal fork I can stab you with my points I can scream when I’m dirty and much more and only you know When I’m dirty it hurts so wash me and only you know I am not a normal fork so treat me special or else I will stab I will scream so don’t be mean and treat me like a normal fork or I will stab I will scream Aieee you didn’t wash me. Continue reading Fork

I’m from the hot and sunny and sandy beaches of Israel and your car honking of Manhattan and NYC. I’m from the nice cheesy pizza like the sun and the pasta of Italy and taste of colorful candy. I’m from my mom and dad who brought me into the great big world. I’m from my grandmas who spoil me with candy all the time. I’m from my sister who gives me scars and scratches by punching me. I’m from my friend who bring me joy to my life. I’m from my mom and dad who scream my name loudly, “YOSKA!!!!” … Continue reading I’m From…

I’m from cartwheels on dewy clovers climbing trees in dirty sneakers from dusty chalk hopscotch S-L-O-W-L-Y fading in the rain. I’m from honking cars From an apartment building In a sea of houses. I’m from Taco Thursdays And Pizza Fridays Chick’n nuggets Watching Jeopardy at 7 While eating mac n’ cheese. I’m from pasta with butter and salt. From frozen yogurt With gummy bears Saving the red ones for last. I’m from Naomi Galloping around Bologna Town Our made-up fantasy world I’m from 7 grandparents One no more than a step away, While two are in Texas, prickly pears all … Continue reading I’m From