The End of the Ride

Happy as happy as happy
can be.....
The thought or feeling
to be
free
free
free.
What to make
of a life
to partake.
The wondrous path
I shirly will create.
Happy as happy as happy
can be.....
Gleeful as gleeful as gleeful
can be.....
Shoot for the stars
to finally see.
Have your heart open
not only to me.
Gleeful as gleeful as gleeful
can be.....
Joyful as joyful as joyful
can strike.....
Opening up
bristling life.
Can't count on
lingering strife.
Joyful as joyful as joyful
can strike.....
Flagrant as flagrant as flagrant
can smell.....
Listen quite clear
no one can tell.
Just let your fears
swish down the well.
Flagrant as flagrant as flagrant
can smell.....
Wholesome as wholesome as wholesome
can take.....
Filling you up
making you wake.
Seeing past fault
smooth as a lake.
Wholesome as wholesome as wholesome
can take.....

The Land of Lost Things

I’ve lost
My fluffy, fuzzy
Favorite red sweater
In third grade.
One summer, many years ago
I’ve lost my silver watch,
At my cousin’s community pool
In La Mesa.
It had a light pink face
And I got it in Oregon.
I’ve lost
My pinecone necklace,
My brand new ipod nano,
My cell phone,
Twice.
I’ve lost many
Colorful retainers,
My fruit-covered reusable lunch bag,
My favorite blue/aqua/tirquios
Disc-shaped earrings.
I’ve lost my second favorite
Earrings, from
Venice Beach, CA.
In the colors
Of baby blue, pea green, and salmon pink.
I’ve lost my favorite jacket,
Black and raggedy
Gold broken snap buttons
On a city bus
#2
A few years
Ago.
I’ve lost my mind,
Sometimes.
A lot
In junior year.
I’ve lost gift cards, $5 dollars in cash,
And a bracelet
That I made from recycled
magazines and newspapers.
I’ve never lost
Any books before.
Compiled
And lonely
They all
Must be.
Waiting for me.
In a world
Of lost things.
A parallel universe.
Slipped through
Time and space.
My lost possessions
Sit and wait
For my arrival.

Graduation

Graduation.
Is a time for rebirth.
The sun will peek
through the clouds
soon enough.
Graduation.
Everything you’ve
been waiting for.
It all comes down
to this one moment.
Graduation.
Blue gowns flutter
in the smooth wind.
Square hats with golden tassels
fly up into the sky
creating a new reality.
Graduation.
All you wait for
is summer’s sweet disposition
to unravel.
You can’t wait
to feel the hot, glaring sun
on your back.
Feel the sand
between your toes.
All you want
is to have
all the freedom in the world.
Graduation.
It’s almost here.
To sweep you off your feet,
and lift you higher than
the twinkling stars.
Graduation.
Your future is knocking
On the door.
Will your dare to open it?

Rain is a Blessing

Wet pages and rain
Pouring down
The asphalt streets.
This being now transforms
into a glorious
new person.
Rain, smells like
Sweet grass
On a summer’s day.
It’s stormy and cold
Bitter, to some.
But to me, rain is a blessing.
It makes the sidewalks
Sparkle.
It makes clear dew drops
On every rose, plant, or tree.
It brings out green,
And covers the sky with gray.
Rain is magnificent,
A spirit of the sky.
God’s teardrops.
Rain is relief,
Showing the hidden beauty within all creatures.
It makes you bundle up.
In warm scarves, mittens, gloves, sweaters,
And heavy rain jackets.
Rain boots love to slosh
In unsuspecting puddles.
The rain is so peaceful,
A quiet, so serene.
If you’d ever stop to listen.
Rain is power
The strength within us all,
Our weaknesses washing away.
It startles, and shakes you awake.
Rain is fresh and pure;
A true blessing.
Rain is hope, a future, a new world.
It brings out umbrellas, hot cocoa, tea, and coffee.
It rattles your taste buds;
Washes away all grime
that gets stopped up in the pessimistic drain.
Rain brings forth new life;
A handsome new beginning.
Rain is a blessing, a hope, a dream.
Rain is everything good and simple.

Countenance

I feel fried alive
Baked in the sun.
Everything's gone inside
My diaphragm.

Pen,
Running out of ink
I can no longer think
My mind is on the brink
And flowing down the sink.

I feel pulled alone
Stretched 'cross the bone
Lonely in tone
And buttons not sewn.

I feel weak as peas
Small as fleas
Quaint as a sneeze
Letting go in the breeze.

I feel wasted past tasted
Full and complasted
Waning on slasted
Scimming and pasted.

I feel pronged by a gong
Riddled by song
Hummed right along
Punched by a dong.

I feel bricked by concrete
Aghast in self- defeat
Quick to deplete
And dying to eat.

I feel empty but sane
Closed with refrain
Falling again
Brimming with sin.

I feel pounded with dread
Cold and overheated
Filling with lead
Chopping up bread.

I feel done in the sun
Hot with no fun
Never to run
Weighing a ton.


I feel burdened with hate
Slow to equate
Bound by the slate
With chalk, that I ate.

I feel royal and toiled
Stringy and boiled
Sweet, salt, and soiled
But tastefully loyal.

Twice My Madness

Twice the fury
Twice the complex problems
Twice the horror
Twice the instability
Twice the exhaustion
Twice the failure
Twice the keeping silent
Twice the fumes
inside of me
Twice the hunger
Twice the anger
Twice the loud
Twice the vigor
Twice the stale beats
Of sweat
across my forehead
Twice the aches
Twice caught
No, thrice caught
Thinking that person;
A stranger
Wanted to talk
To me
My mistake
Twice wasting time
Twice thinking
frazzled thoughts
Pushing to crack
to break, to chink
Twice to scratch
Twice to pull
Twice to squeeze
Twice to fray
Twice to fetter
Twice to slam
Twice to let down
Twice to smother
Twice to let down
Twice to hover
Twice to suffocate
Twice to hearken
Twice to poke
Twice to punch
Twice to rip
clearly away
Twice to slug, slop, and sling
Into my reality