Heres just a few poems I have written recently
11
We shut off the lights
put our "Respect each other"
posters on the door windows.
Hidding under the desk
I was only 11
We have just been out playing
the week before
then
a man still in his Pajamas walked over
with a gun in his hands.
I started to walk over
thinking the gun was fake
a toy
The I heard the sirens
as I was pulled into the school
realizing I could have died
at 11
Back in the school
we sat under the desks
the girls
taking the opportunity to brush each others hair
The boys
trying to figure out what gun
the killer was using
as if it was a puzzle
to find out in the end
at only 11
Don't be scared
Don't be scared of the dark clouds over head
they are like Gods quilt over you
with its patch work pattern
And the lightning?
is the same as the light fairies you see when you lift up your quilt
Hiding, dancing, making you warm on cold nights
Don't be scared of the smashes of thunder
what are the lightning fairies to dance to?
They chase the beat of the music
till
Smash!
They hit the right beat
and meet together
They make such a energy together
it is as if the sun kissed the earth
My darkroom
I made myself a darkroom
and hid myself in it
Working with the chemicals
that harmed me
developing what I pictured
as beauty
coming out of of my darkroom
holding the image with my excited hands
set it down
then
I waited
and waited
till someone would pass by
see what I saw as beautiful
then
only to hear
"what the hell is that?'
We shut off the lights
put our "Respect each other"
posters on the door windows.
Hidding under the desk
I was only 11
We have just been out playing
the week before
then
a man still in his Pajamas walked over
with a gun in his hands.
I started to walk over
thinking the gun was fake
a toy
The I heard the sirens
as I was pulled into the school
realizing I could have died
at 11
Back in the school
we sat under the desks
the girls
taking the opportunity to brush each others hair
The boys
trying to figure out what gun
the killer was using
as if it was a puzzle
to find out in the end
at only 11
Don't be scared
Don't be scared of the dark clouds over head
they are like Gods quilt over you
with its patch work pattern
And the lightning?
is the same as the light fairies you see when you lift up your quilt
Hiding, dancing, making you warm on cold nights
Don't be scared of the smashes of thunder
what are the lightning fairies to dance to?
They chase the beat of the music
till
Smash!
They hit the right beat
and meet together
They make such a energy together
it is as if the sun kissed the earth
My darkroom
I made myself a darkroom
and hid myself in it
Working with the chemicals
that harmed me
developing what I pictured
as beauty
coming out of of my darkroom
holding the image with my excited hands
set it down
then
I waited
and waited
till someone would pass by
see what I saw as beautiful
then
only to hear
"what the hell is that?'
