Water Destructive
Wipes away all in its path
Life in itself thrives
Category: poetry
I Am the Last.
These days my English and US History classes are both learning slavery.
It reminds me of a book called “Ishi” which we read for English10 Honors last year.
Because as learning more and more of them, right now I can feel their loneness for being the only one or the last one.
Here is my poem dedicated to the book “Ishi,” called I am the Last.
Staring around,
the darkness of becoming extinct enveloped me
the loneliness of independence embraced me
the silence of emptiness devoured me
I am the last.
Standing there,
with my eyes indistinct by tears
with my lips sealed by the reality
with my hands tenacious by unfamiliarity
with my heart quivery facing a radically different world
I am the last.
Crying here,
I am trying to explore my own sky
I am attempting to breathe deeply with the bleeding air
I am here
In my new world.
Everything changes on me
But one thing cannot be neglected forevermore is
I am the last.
Of Queens and Kings
We’re silly fools
with our petty fights
We have petty dreams
and sleepless nights
We lie awake
and think up things
New lives and loves
of queens and kings
We dream and wish
of things above
And get lost in
what never was
The years, they pass
the time grows thin
Our lives have flown
and we don’t know when
We spent true time
thinking up a throne:
That our own has fallen?
how we should have known
Friends Down the Drain
I don’t even know what to say anymore. I’m at a loss for words at this point. Always tryin’ to keep up with everyone else just gets so tiring now and I’m just sick and tired of everything. I don’t care about them anymore since it seems that they don’t really care about me. I’m not sure how much it really matters.
I try to channel the belief of the Honey Badger. The belief that nothing affects me is a lot to take. It’s a huge responsibility.
I’m up to it. I want to not care anymore. But not caring is different than being ignorant. It’s just what I do. It’s me.
I want to be able to persevere through anything that may stand in my way. Any obstacle must become invisible. Nothing can stop me. Yet, emotion always seems to drive me backwards. I don’t understand the struggle of keeping momentum going.
It sucks to lose people because of who you are. It’s inevitable but it sucks. My mentality suits me. It doesn’t always suit those around me. Unfortunately, I can’t change what I know to be me.
The Foxes and Coyotes
In a great desert lived Foxes and Coyotes.
They got along great for a time.
A holy man led them both to an oasis.
To a desert paradise.
The Oasis sought to divide them.
Eventually the Oasis did.
Foxes and Coyotes were brothers once.
But both now fight and die.
The other desert creature sought to end the bloodshed.
They drafted an unbreakable truce.
Foxes gleefully accepted, their numbers had withered down.
Coyotes barely accepted, not wanting to share with the Foxes.
Time passed, the Coyotes outnumbered the Foxes.
They attempted to exclude Foxes from oasis lands.
The Coyotes launched an attack and surprised the Foxes.
The Foxes had something the coyotes did not.
Courage and an unbreakable will.
The Foxes stopped the Coyote attack.
The Coyotes lost much of their land.
The other desert creatures were furious and tried for another truce.
The Coyotes vowed for vengeance and would eventually attack again.
Caterpillar & Butterfly
A butterfly populates the world with color and shine.
These creatures show natural beauty to all of mankind.
They start life as caterpillar, they’re ugly in a way.
Fat little creatures that must keep predators at bay.
They eat leaves and shed skin, a never ending feast.
It is not a beautiful creature yet, it is just a beast.
The Caterpillar is done shedding its skin.
Its life as a beast is almost at an end.
It finds a nice sturdy tree to hang itself from.
It will emerge from its cocoon when its transformation is done.
Weeks pass.
The Caterpillar sleeps fast.
Slowly there is a movement in its temporary tomb.
It emerges from its prison like a baby from the womb.
Its wings are damp it cannot fly.
It must dry itself or it will die.
Finally the butterfly is ready, the world is now fair.
Killer of these magical creatures now must beware.
An Idea
An idea is hard to silence.
It builds in one’s mind
Slowly at first
Gaining traction
It begins to take up the real estate of the mind
Shrinking other ideas
But an idea cannot disappear
It is always there
Waiting for its moment
Always living.
Just a simple Idea
The Plan
The plan so far
is to not grow up
But to grow grey
wrinkled and old
The difference
between the two
Is there
But you must find it
for yourself
People Around Us
We look to the people around us as a support group
Improvised experts in our life
A group of people that know us the best
Like a herd of elephants crossing Africa
We keep these people close as we make journeys
These people are told everything
And are sometimes told nothing
The people around us should be more than friends
They should become Family
Dreams.
I’ve been hiding from my dreams day by day
Just in case they don’t step into my way
But I never know
I am never told
That they could be rotten in the clay
After the nightmare I’m awake
Can’t find any excuses to make
Dig them out underground
To cure my severe wound
I wish to do whatever it would take
To give the reality a strike
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