Reminders

I walk down the hallway,

cluttered with what I used to be

there’s a rocking dinosuar,

which I used to play with

when I was young.

Peeking around the corner,

I check to see it anyone

is watching me

The coast is clear,

so I lower myself onto the dinosaur,

which creaks under my wieght,

as I’m sure I wiegh much more now than I did

when I was 5.

It’s alot shorter than I remember,

I think to myself,

seeing my knees all bent up,

as though I have been shoved in a shoe box.

I slowly rock back and forth,

savoring the memory of my  childhood

Halloween

Ahhh!

he yells

and jumps back from the bush.

A small racoon crawls out,

stares at him with his beady glistening eyes,

and the boy relaxes.

His footsteps fall loudly on the wet pavement.

It is late,

later than people hand out candy.

He’s walking alone,

with a white sheet over his head,

and the full moon watching him closely.

He’s quite nervous for 15 year old boy,

and he shudders

and pulls his sheet closer toward him.

Suddenly,

its like he cant breathe!

the darkness is closing in on him,

trapping him like a spider traps a fly.

He sprints down the street,

dwon an alley,

and down a road,

and doesn’t stop running

until he is at his dimly lit bedroom,

with the lock and bolt shut tightly behind him

Darkness

thought I should post a spppppoooooky! poem for halloween!

I watched her eat
munching disgustingly
and it made me angry.
so. angry.
swiftly and nimbly,
I grabbed the dirty skillet from the sink.
Before she could react,
I swing it around and
SMACK
hit her right on the head.
Her widened eyes watched me
as she slumped to the floor,
dead as doorknob.
Oh no, I thought to myself,
relizing what I had done.
I looked down at the body in horror.
I have to get rid of the body,
where to put it where to put it!
Acting fast, I pushed her fat body out the door, and brought it to the woodlands.
Whilst covering it with leaves,
I heard a car pull into the driveway.
I heard the dogs start to bark
I heard the car doors shut
I heard the kitchen door open
I heard screams when they saw the blood on the floor.
I heard my own heart beat in my ears
I heard my heavy breath puffing out into the chilly night
I heard crying.
And I ran.
I ran
and ran
and ran
until the darkness envoloped me in a blanket of comfort.
the darkness- where I belong

Run (continued)

My eyes pop open,

and I can feel sweat lining my face.

I am shrouded in black.

I flail around, but cannot feel my feet.

I kick and thrash,

hoping I am not stuck in perpetual running.

But no,

I soon feel the warmth of my blankets,

and see light filtering through the blinds.

I begin to hear birds chirping,

and a dog barking in the distance.

I sit up and let out a sigh of relief

I am at home,

safe and sound

Run

Run

the rays of the soft sun beat down hard on my back as I run.

swweat sticks to my purple t-shirt and the wind ruffles my brown hair.

My heart beats faster, faster, and faster untill

that is all I can hear- the beating of my heart pounding in my ears.

My feet move faster than they ever have before,

and my sneakers slosh with every step,

because suddenly, they are overflowing with murky pond water.

Where did that come from? you might ask,

but if I knew, I would tell you.

I MUST KEEP RUNNING!

I think to myself,

this thought overpowering the other crazy paniked thoughts in my head,

like, why cant I stop? when will it end? can I go home now?

Then,

I am flying, soaring with the eagles.

And then everything goes black

Poems

to him,

poems are locked doors,

the true meaning cowering behind

big words,

that bounce off the page, ready to fight

‘nuh uh, you gotta get through us to see this’

they say to him

when he comes near.

Then,

they dash about,

bouncing this way and that way,

along the edges of the page

blocking him from seeing the truth and moral

Morning

The light colors of dawn drip down

from the sky,

squelching out the remaining darkness.

every blade of grass had been showered in early morning dew,

cold and damp

but exceptionally beautiful

A chipmunk sprints through the dewy lawn,

over the chunky gravel,

and around a tree,

marking the morning.

the birds start to chirp of morning,

and the rain from the previos night drips down the gutters.

It is the next day in the endless cycle of life

Life in a trench

the deafening noise of military barrage

masks the shouts of the captain

as he yells,

“OVER THE TOP!”

Men run up into no mans land,

clutching their rifles in fear

and then,

one by one,

they are shot down from the enemy trenches.

Many men aere stationed

at the heavy machine guns

firing away,

killing men in No Man’s Land.

The befallen lay sprawled in the mud,

surrounded by barbed wire,

soon to be forgotten when the living soldiers realize the rats have eaten their diner again.

At least they wont be affected

by the poision gas

that is soon to come.

Feel the Earth

At the hot beaches,

sift the sand between your toes

and feel the earth

At the cold mountains,

feel the cold chill

of the biting wind

and the numbing snow

and feel the earth

At the forest.

feel the soft damp soil

and prickly thorns

and feel the earth

In New York City

feel the hot pavement beneath your feet,

feel the thoughts of the street vendor,

desperatly selling hotdogs and pretzels

to pay his rent

Feel the earth

In the suburbs,

everyday people living thier lives with same things everyday

feel their boredom,

feel the earth

If you can feel the earth,

you are one with the earth

All in the Eyes

His eyes are like the liquid moon,

full of promise and hope.

One look into his deep,

everlasting eyes,

and you are under his spell.

Don’t let his eyes decieve you.

His heart resembles a jaggedy stone,

and is every bit

as cold and hard.

He has scars that will never be forgotten,

and wounds that will never heal with his soul.

Wrinkles on his perfect forehead,

represent his sins.

Be careful,

He is the devil,

and cannot be trusted,

not matter how easy it looks