Allsorts

With you day and night, every year
emotions: sad, happy, joy and fear,
they fill you they do – all the above.
But you have never known love like I have.

The past with the sorrows and grips of depression
shadowing down, holding me now,
they grip us with love they grip us so harsh.
But you have never known fear like I have.

A tail of light
slowly fading out.
Not so bright
covering us with doubt.

Wings of an angel slowly burning
they fall like sparks of a bonfire
giving us hope making us cry.
But you have never known hate like I have.

The tears that fall, the smiles that shine;
they are us – they make us!
Oh how divine!
But you have never known joy like I have.

A tail of light,
slowly fading out.
Not so bright,
covering us in doubt.

You have never known love like I have.
You have never known fear like I have.
You have never known hate like I have.
You have never know joy like I have;
and
you
won’t…
Until you do!

Floating in the sky
there is a Diamonte Diamond
in the sky looking down at us.
As fluffy as the cotton candy clouds up high

Brown is for no atmosphere to dance about all day!
Black is I’m feeling cluster-phobic, Venus get out the way!
Orange is for the craters that bang into me every day!
The reason I’m so small is because here one year
Lasts eighty-eight days!

The chime of the bell is a magic sound,
That sends every desk-chair scraping the ground.
We drop all our pencils and close every book,
With a “race you outside!” and a mischievous look.
Out through the doors where the sunshine is bright,
The playground is waiting, a field of delight.
The swings soar to heaven, the slides are like glass,
As we leave far behind us the walls of the class.
There’s a game of tag by the old oak tree,
And “duck, duck, goose” for whoever is free.
The kickball is flying, a red-streaked blur,
While the jump ropes hum with a rhythmic whir.
It’s the land of the brave and the home of the fast,
Where the clock doesn’t matter and minutes don’t last.
A world made of laughter, of shouting and play,
The absolute highlight of every school day.
But then comes the ring that we all know too well,
The “back to the building” recess-end bell.
We trudge to the line with a sigh and a grin,
Tucking all of the sunshine and energy in.

A good day.
Be yourself.
Cereal is the best.
Ding dong.
Eat food.
Farm is flooded with animals.
Good food.
Horses are big.
I like football.
Just be yourself.
Low footballs.
Milk is from cows.
Night is dark.
Oreos are tasty.
Pigs honk.
Quiet duck.
Rest your body.
Smile every time.
Time goes fast.
Umbrellas don’t keep you dry.
Venus is a planet.
Watermelons are tasty.
X -rays make you see your bones.
You are in trouble.
Zebra is not his name.

It sits on the mountains like icing on a cake
It covers the treetops and the cold, frozen lake
It sparkles in the sun like a disco ball
Like steps on a rug it quietly falls
The riddle is over, now you can know
The answer is simple, the answer is… ???

snow

March brings the buds of spring,
Birds awaken as they begin to sing.
The rays of sun get a little warmer,
With summer just around the corner.

The summer months are the hottest yet,
Paddling in pools and getting wet.
BBQ’s with friends and family
Late nights spent so casually.

Autumns pallet is oranges and reds,
It’s time for animals to make their beds.
The evenings are getting a little darker,
Waking in the mornings, a little bit harder.

Winter brings a chilly breeze,
Coughs, colds and a sneeze.
Cozy coats and fluffy gloves,
Evenings by the fire is what I love.

It rains as you sit on the swings at the park,
you imagine the rain as tears from the clouds.
But the sky isn’t the only one crying, you are too.
It isn’t as simple as it seems.
You wipe away your tears and just live in the moment,
you feel a cold breeze along your shoulder.
It smells fresh, but warm.
It feels like you just ate a warm, hearty dish.
The night sky comforts you as you sit there, alone.
The moon looks like it’s looking down at you.
Not simply, it’s looking down at you with grace and sympathy,
it’s looking for a way it can sit next to you and listen.
But all it can do is be there for you,
it’s not like it’s close enough to talk to you anyways.
That was always your perspective of the moon.
You never thought “The Man in The Moon” was interesting at all,
because the moon is its own person.
It’s just like saying “The Girl in The Cloud”.
It’s the cloud crying down, not the girl inside it.
The rain stays with you,
just tears coming down to tell you that you aren’t alone.
So even when you think that you don’t make a change,
nature has its own way to tell you that you matter.
It just can’t speak.

Akira is the best.
She is very tiny.
She is also very
Cute like a princess.

In my world there is no fighting,
Is there in yours?
In my world nothing costs money,
Why does yours?
In my world things are peaceful, no school or work,
In my world people are friendly, they smile every day,
In my World there’s never clouds, just bright sun all day,
In my world there are libraries the size of a town,
In my world my house is locked with the key is in my soul,
Why is your world so different?
Why is it so hard?
Why are some people rich and the others are poor?
Why do you have clouds in your way?
Why do you keep animals this way, treating them like a toy for play?
Why do you fight over small things?
I didn’t know humans could be this way,
Why do you fight instead of play every day?
Why do you laugh at things so sad?
I think I’m going to my world of peaceful harmony,
I didn’t know such chaos was possible now I’m going to leave.