Jun 03 2009
Moving to the beat.
Music is blaring wildly
Heart is pounding uncontrollably,
Legs are sore.
Each step has rhythm
Each step has a meaning,
A meaning that was formed long ago,
A meaning that carries traditions behind it.
I follow the steps to be graceful, happy
I follow the steps to get bad things off my mind
And it works.
The feeling I get is indescribable, unimaginable –
Amazing
Dancing is my life.
Jun 03 2009
Planner
Notes, records, documents, scribbles
Sibling of a schedule
Lover of hallways passes
Who fears the words “project” and “test” written on its pages
Who needs to pass quickly, yet knows nostalgia will kick in once it passes
Who gives neatness
Who would like to see June 13th come now
Resident of my book bag, or my hand
Organizer
Jun 03 2009
Summer’s gone.
No more dives in crisp, clear light blue water,
No more grains of sand stuck in the buttons of my cell phone,
No more dry, cracked hair from the sun,
No more saltiness on the edges of my lips.
Summer’s gone.
We won’t be going out for coffee every night,
We won’t take walks under the moonlight,
We won’t stay up clubbing all night,
We won’t hear motorcycles racing by.
Summer’s gone.
I’ll miss the sweet scent of fig trees,
I’ll miss the meowing cat in the front yard,
I’ll miss the long, hot days,
I’ll miss my grandmother’s cooking.
Summer’s gone.
I have to leave from Greece because I have school.
Half of my friends have to go to college,
A few guys have mandatory military service,
And the rest stays in Sparta to work.
Summer’s gone.
As each person leaves, we all cry
The tears run like gushing waterfalls
But to make each other feel better we say,
Next summer, we’ll all be here together again.
Jun 03 2009
Yellow-green saplings rip through tender vines
Never have they been kissed by a single dew drop
Or been shattered by a violent hail storm
Young and naïve, they reach for the sun
Illuminated by her radiant beams
And soaked with mother Earth’s nutrients
The little saps harden their stems
For the bitter cold that is winter
How generous the big star has been
Sheltering them, feeding them
Giving the little producers all energy possible
Now until the forgotten doomsday, when she falls
Through the shadows, remain in them, the light
As they greedily drink when it pours
Spread seeds to their hearts content
And shelter strange creatures strolling by
But what have they given back to her?
The sun stands alone
For how long
God only knows
Forever putting everything before her
The sun blazes in pride
Pride of her existence, and fear
Fear of what will happen
When she’s gone
Jun 03 2009
Teachers try to understand us
And understand where we’re coming from
Because us as students
We unite as one
They figure if they understand one
They have us all figured out
But they will never understand what we are all about
We are stereotyped and categorized, analyzed and criticized
But half of us are up to not good
In the teachers’ eyes
Most of us really want to learn
We really do
But the main thing that is stopping us is mainly you
Please take no offence
I’m just explaining from a student’s point of view.
Jun 03 2009
Sometimes when I’m alone, I think to myself
I think “man you need help”
Because sometimes I wonder why
Why do you cry?
Every time you write,
I say, something is not right
What is wrong with me?
God why did you give this gift to me
Why? Why? Why me?
Because every time I write
It always hurts me
Even though every time after I write
I feel free
I feel as if something was lifted
Off of me that is
Sometimes I feel as if I’m a little kid
Not appreciating what I have
Always told some people would die for what you have
I was gonna make this my last poem
But I’m not
Hopefully one day when I write it won’t hurt me
It won’t bring tears to my eyes
Every time I write, I won’t have to cry
To feel it
To recognize, that with this pen in my hand
What I am writing is real.
Jun 03 2009
Shades of heaven’s best
Spread their wings across the sky.
Birds sweetly sing hymns.
Jun 03 2009
Sitting there so beautifully,
The one who had stolen my heart from me.
I walked right by
To catch his eye
But caught a pole instead.
Jun 03 2009
And when all was said and still, two sisters held a late night conversation:
“Sister, why does thunder roar?”
“Because daddy just told a joke and all the angels are laughing hysterically.”
“Sister, why does rain fall?”
“Because daddy is crying because he misses seeing your smile.”
“Sister, why does lightening flash?”
“Because daddy is turning his flashlight on and off to find his way back to you, mommy, and me.”
“Sister, why does the sun shine?”
“Because daddy’s eyes light up when he remembers how beautifully you laughed when he would tickle you for hours upon.”
“Sister, why do fierce winds blow?”
“Because daddy is singing because he can’t hold you in his arms anymore.”
And lastly she asked:
“Sister, why did daddy have to leave?”
“Because God needed a weather man, so God chose daddy.”
Jun 03 2009
Life is a gift that cannot be wasted
The time we have here to leave our mark
Is taken for granted
Many lay
Many complain
Many forget
What we can achieve
They sit and do nothing
Wasting their time
Asking others to make a change
Nothing will ever be done
If there is only one
Humanity is a large population
With a large mind
Many forget that they have a choice
They rather others make the choice
We are the people
Its time to spark
There are no mind readers
Only people who speak their mind
There are problems to be solved
Questions to answer
Make that step or you lose
It’s time for you to choose
Help others
Raise your voice
Find the solution
Help stop the pollution
Not only the pollution in the atmosphere
But the pollution in people’s minds
Do what’s right
And help stop the fight
