Random Poetry!
A river flowing,
Ever flowing,
As if the oceans,
Were in my eyes;
Of pain,
They come,
Readily rolling,
Ridding me of sadness;
But also of happiness,
They appear,
Letting people see,
My joy;
As they roll,
I realize,
All that matters,
Is that I feel;
Feel the sadness,
Feel the joy,
Feel the pain,
Feel the happiness;
Feel the tears
I am
I am a quiet high schooler
I wonder when the bell will ring
I hear everyone packing up to go
I see my GPA fluctuating
I want to learn all I can
I am a quiet high schooler.
I pretend there's no major geometry test next period
I feel like there's a lead weight in my bookbag
I touch the only clean door in the school
I worry that I won't be able to finish my homework
I cry when I get a bad grade
I am a quiet high schooler.
I understand why grades are important
I SAY I'll work as hard as I have to
I dream to have at least a B average
I try to be the best I can
I hope never to fail a subject
I am a quiet high schooler.
Dreams
What is a dream?
is it a thing, and object?
can dreams be counted, or sorted?
are they something that can be stored up and forgotten?
Or is a dream something more?
it is what we cling to for hope,
what brings us up when we are down,
they make us go the extra mile when we've already quit.
Anyone can dream up a dream to dream of,
but a dream is only really a dream
when we stop only dreaming it
and have the strength to see it through.
Winter is like a cold prison
that is as gloomy as night
but spring arrives like the sun
and like light
it brings new life
Dreams
What is a dream?
is it a thing, and object?
can dreams be counted, or sorted?
are they something that can be stored up and forgotten?
Or is a dream something more?
it is what we cling to for hope,
what brings us up when we are down,
they make us go the extra mile when we've already quit.
Anyone can dream up a dream to dream of,
but a dream is only really a dream
when we stop only dreaming it
and have the strength to see it through.
it starts the year like a new bloom.
Springtime is a new bloom, where everything starts new
spring is a light that is oh so bright
the spring months are a bird that lands then flies away again
time in the spring is a sweet candy
spring is a refreshing drink of cold water.
School
a place
for learning things
so many opportunities offered
I'm grateful that I'm here
Music
a beat
notes being played
can come from instruments
everyone likes to listen in
Books
stories told
memories and thoughts
all held in ink
written on bound paper sheets
Chess
mind game
so many pieces
endless plays and strategies
waiting for the winning move
Shining in hues of gold
Upon the horizon
Never was there such a sight
Rising slowly through the clouds
Intensifying every second
Sunlight quickly spreading
Everywhere is the sun seen
Omnipresent rays of light illuminate the day
Never seen however in the night
Afternoon waiting to come around
Surprising is the abundance of life
Pressing in all around is the smell of pollen
Red blossoms on a cherry tree
Individual birds can be heard
Not in any art gallery is the beauty of nature
Green leaves everywhere
Midway between day and night
On everyone's mind is the promise of the day
Right as the world is waking up
Never dull is sunrise on a spring morning
Green delicacies hovering over the ground Rising above others in a race to grow. All moist from the nightly drizzle So beautiful and green, Seas of grass grow all day everyday.Go to bed at night
With nothing to eat.
The next morning starving,
From no food that night or that morning.
Go to the hospital
Dreading what's next to come,
Go to your room to wait,
And nothing to do.
Nurses in and out
Giving you sleep medicine worse than ear infection liquid.
Roll your bed down the hall
To the room of torture.
Squint from being under the strong lights of the sun
The blankets smothering you under their grasp.
Get a nose cover
While eating cotton candy,
You fall under a daze,
Then explore the wonderful under land of La La Land.
Arise many moons later
Muttering in a daze "tea… tea…!"
Fall back to La La Land
Awakening the next sunrise
To a doctors' smelly breath in your face.
The I-V poking your skin to release it.
You bite your tongue from the duck tape
Being scraped from your arm,
The tugging and pulling ripping your flesh.
Hop out of bed and into the wheelchair
Looking like a pirate
And ride the roller coaster to the parking deck.
Falling back to La La Land in the car,
All the while,
Knowing you shall return
The very next month,
For the exact same day,
Of yet another surgery.