Darkness

a pit of darkness you go into when you get hurt
a place where everything mean goes
a pit of darkness you travel to when people make fun of you
a place that keeps all the things people have said to you
a pit of all your broken dreams
a place that holds the words of people on the walls

a pit of darkness
a place of hurt

Superbowl

                             I watch my dad change the channel to ESPN,
    while am standing in the kitchen getting snacks ready for the         SUPERBOWL.While I start walking towards my dad, I see him talking with someone. Then, I hear him say something to that person and then I automatically start laughing and told him, “ The Eagles are going to win this time.” He says back, “ well the patriots already won like about 4 superbowls so I think your wrong”. So then I started thinking and told him,” fine if the eagles win then you  have to pay me 20 dollars.” My dad didn’t even think for a second and said,” ok, Deal!” Me and my dad started watching the game, it felt like if had been hours and the game kept on going. Then finally it was the last game. I was ready to get my money! Then my dad out of nowhere screams,”NO!!!” And I scream,”YES!!!”
                   That was the one of the best days I’ve ever had because for once my dad was wrong and    I was right.

Intensity

  You have one chance to do something you have practiced a million times the question is will you succeed or fail. The pressure is all on you, your team is depending on you to make that last move. The nervousness is getting to you but shake it off and you make that last move and you win the game, your team chants your name, the crowd goes wild then you get back on your feet and the next day train harder than you’ve ever have before.

A Girl

it was fair, there underneath your eyes was pain that had piled up till it came out

you walked away crying, i wanted to join you, to cry along wit you, to help you geteverything that had been sitting on top of you out.
but-

i knew i shouldnt
i knew if i were to follow you out of the load and crowded room,
i wouldn't stop crying till my fears were gone to

i watched you,
watched you walk away,
watched you leave a room of people no more concerned with the girl crying than the game

i watched you return when you looked strong on the outside agian

but i know you kept crying even after, we just couldn't see it coming from your eyes anymore

Basketball

Running

My heart pumping 

My legs moving

I can run faster 

I can run further

Dribbling 

My eyes looking around

My ears hearing the ball hit the ground

I am braver 

I passed a player

Passing 

My foot stepped towards my teammate

My finger aimed straight

It was smoothly done

It was also the steady one

Shooting

My arms straight up high

My face full of smile 

The ball spun quickly

The ball swooshed freely

and the timer beeped.

I saw the score

We won.

Annoying

Annoying
People call you annoying,
While walking down the hall

When you get called annoying it'Qs like
a knife stabbing through you.
Especially if your friends are the ones
calling you annoying

When you get called annoying
You are scared to do/say anything again
You are put into a dark cave
No light
No way out

When you get called annoying
You sit by yourself
Thinking of everything
you could have possibly done wrong

You sit by yourself
Feeling hopeless

DON'T CALL PEOPLE ANNOYING

Joy

As the bow touch the silver string,
I hear the sound coming out from the wooden instrument

When I’m sad,
It’s like a comfortable lullaby
Taking my tears away
Telling me it will be fine

When I’m mad,
It’s like a therapist
Who truly understands my anger
Telling me to let it go

When I’m happy,
It’s like a sweet daydream,
Making me even more happier
Telling me to remember those happy times

My violin,
My comfortable lullaby,
My therapist,
My happy daydream

As the bow is lifted,
I feel
The joy

Knight

Knight,
not thee black storm in sky,
but soldier riding high.
Thy guide written and pure,
he hides till glory by confronting fear.
A rare focus of power to protect,
woven senses of thy sound, none to regret.
Rising between the two grounds,
again.

He from one.
She another.
Love shall migrate, to forbidden realm.
Harsh reality separating thee maiden
‘n’ he.
Warnings say but faith over reigns all
social community.
Plead to the holy and pray—

tonight we shall run away.

Toy Box

In the toy box
Are memories of your
Childhood.

Action figures,
Remote controlled cars,
Stuffed animals.

The place where dust
Gathers since it hasn’t
Been used in so long.

Forgotten.
Unwanted.

Even though it is
Full of toys...

It’s empty.

Blank page

The Sun of Midnight

Here in the forest, dark, and deep. I offer you eternal sleep. 
Roses are red, violets are crying. I’m in the asylum.
They say I’m dying. 
The moon is my sun.
The night is my day. 
Blood is my life.
You are my prey. 
The dark is my light.
The fog is my blanket.
Silence is my song.
Death within sight.
I creep, and crawl.
Within the moonlight.
I kill, and hunt.
My skin snow white.
Death sits in a chair
Across from me and watches.
Death sees but has no eyes.
Death knows but has no mind.
We often sit together in the night.
When the day is done,
Death has one move left. 
I have none.
The one who is never moving forwards, 
But is frozen in time for thousands of years,
The wind is your only lullaby.
And when you wail and sib no one even hears.
I am terrifying.
And strange, and beautiful.
Something not every one knows how to love.
Our kind can not experience the simple, wonderful things.
Like the cry of a mourning dove.
The sun is the source of life.
Warm and bright.
But when so much as a streak hits our skin.
We run with pain and fright.
We can’t say the things like,
“Dear, when I’m with you, I can’t feel pain, or distress” 
But we can say things like, “Darling, your my midnight mistress. 
And you’re already in my veins.” 
We think we’re alive. And warm, and bold.
But really, we’re lonely, dead, and cold. 
Never moving forward. Never gaining years.
But we lose too many tears.
The night and day.
 The Yins and Yangs.
But, we consume blood by using fangs. 
Sharp and cold
Non merciful and defying death. 
You’ll regret wandering into the woods, on your dying breath.

My box

Come visit me in my box
Pass the time that ticks on the clocks
When you’re with me, I’ll set you free
Come visit me in my box.

Come join me under the floor
There’s plenty here to explore
But don’t make a sound, or you will be found
Come join me under the floor.

Come play with me in the yard
Where people always cry so hard
With a tear in their eye, they’ll just pass us by
Come play with me in the yard.

Come march with me through the night
We can give people quite a fright.
If you ring your bell, you’ll be sent up to hell
So come march with me through the night.

I understand if you want to refuse,
But you’ve got nothing left to lose.
They won’t get here in time,
So there’s no point in trying,
You’ll join me in the end,
So just rest your head—

You will stay with me in my box.

When You Were Here

you were the one who scared the monsters away when i was little
you were the one who protected me from the lightning and thunder
from the loud noises that the dogs made when they barked
the one who would hold me till i would stop crying when i was a baby

you were the one who taught me how to tie my shoes
the one that taught me how to bake
and you even taught me how to read

but you never heard a "thank you"
but yet you did all of it without one
sometimes i wish i was with you more or-
at least when you were here

but now you left and i can't bring you back
nobody can
you'll still be here but i'll never be able to see you
i lost you and now
i wish i hadn't

if i still had you here then maybe i wouldn't be so sad
you helped me with all
of my building
emotions

i still think of you
probably more than ever now that you're gone

you've fallen into a sleep
a sleep that you can't wake up from 
nobody can

i'll miss you but i'll see you again some day
but i won't see you any time soon

for you are in a sleep
a sleep known as
death

Arizona

Arizona

the smooth heated ’n’ dry air

as we pull up to an oil musk garage

the keys dangling from the ignition

open it up to throw our bags away

a turn which brings the dead to life

flip into gear from the ride of your time

we push the pedals to go somewhere

gliding over the black rocky paths to

God knows where

the buzz of beams blocking view

at the sight of the moon, blazing

in vibrant light shade of blue

changing our whole conversation around

Once we land, I look & see, like a tree

but big green thick piercing needles.

my bones weak and limp from travel,

Grandfather by my side

as we have just begun the journey to

forever be remembered

Candle

The little flame dancer
sitting upon
a wax podium

Dances all day
and all night
until by luck, chance or might

The little blazing ballerina
burns out
without a fight

Like a dark shadow
in the darkest
of night

Paying Attention

I turn to walk,
my pace faster than usual.
The rocky path down is so familiar,
yet always so different —
depending on which way I walk it.

Two different routes,
though we always take
the same one.
Your earbuds are in,
and so are mine.
Even though technically
we’re walking together.

Quietly humming my music,
I turn back to say something,
and find your next to me
laughing.

And in this moment I realize,
we know that this path
is so familiar to know not to pay attention.
Though to walk in complete silence
with a friend who’s walked it with me multiple times.

What we are

We are like forgotten ghosts
That haunt you
As you try to sleep.

We are like a windy day
Though you block your face
You can’t stop the dust from getting in your eyes.

We are like tears
That have disappeared
But still stain your cheeks.

We are like a bug bite.
Try as might, you itch
But we will not be simply scratched away.

We are your memories.
Your mistakes.
Your regrets.

We are ghosts that haunt.
Dust in your eyes.
Tear stains on your cheeks.
And bug bites.

We are your truth.
 And deep down you know—

We will follow you to the end.

Anger

Can’t Stand

Won’t Stand

___ gets you so mad,

You pick them apart like grass.

Every little thing they do, 

Makes you mad.

Hypocrite,

Tells you not to do something, 

But then does it.

You wonder, 

Why does ______ get you

So Mad?

March Madness

68 Blueberries  Enter The Blender
32 Grapes
16 Sweet Strawberries.
Finally 4 Figs

Then It Comes Down To One Apple vs. One Banana

To See Who Will Get The Cup










A poem about the NCAA Tournament