Allsorts

The ghost was a man
before creation
After the universe ends, the ghost turns in sand
‘Great devastation!’
Hope is wiped
Swords of death are swiped
The human was real or not
I don’t know but I cried.

You can’t stare at it for too long.
The blinding beauty of jewels,
Yet it’s just a facade to hide the true horror

The greed of the men who want gold
Craving for endless pieces
Yet gold has small value

Why would you want that?
If you could have something fresher and truer

The apples glistening in the morning sun,
Shining like rubies

The azure blue lakes spilling enchanted water,
Clear as crystal

Don’t go yearning for what you can’t have.

I held my mother’s hand so tight,
And walked into the city light.
But then I stopped and had to stare,
At someone sitting lonely there.

She looked like me, with eyes so wide,
But had no door to go inside.
No shoes to wear, no toys to play,
Just watching people walk away.

I asked my mom, “Why is she cold?
Where is the home that she should hold?”
It felt so strange, it felt so wrong,
That some kids do not have a home.

I pulled a mitten from my hand,
The only thing that I had planned.
I gave it with a little smile,
And watched her happy for awhile.

A voice so soft and loud
It brought tears
There is no cloud
A man with no body
Is respectful.

A pain came
Against the lonesome lane
Of human sins
And an arrow pierced through a diamond
The diamond was covered with blood of judgment and purity
It fades, it’s not electricity
Universe was white
And black
Here stars collide
It lacks
Fight
A year came and passed
Oh at last
The man was a criminal and first
He got restlessness of mind
He had crime’s thirst
He wasn’t kind
He is cursed
When a thunderbolt hits
It took his life
He was happy and a curling bliss
It was heaven and he had a fight
With justice

A grave
Filled with tears.
It can’t be saved;
In the loop, you have fears.
A ghost continues dying,
A world which carries death,
A whip flying—
The whip is very painful, and it’s not late.

A valley was full of cream
The people there made the world not lonesome
It was very beautiful
There was a chocolate factory named “Dolittle “.
It was a season very cold
Mr. Marino was told to
“Make a great dish with chocolate”
because guests will arrive

They came and had it and it was very good
so the program on Christmas was live
The program was awesome
Then from trees they had a plump.
Then Santa Claus sat to have coffee
Then little John said “Where are my gifts? I see.”

A grave
Filled with tears.
It can’t be saved;
In the loop, you have fears.

A ghost continues dying,
A world which carries death,
A whip flying—
The whip is very painful, and it’s not late.

Oh my brother, oh my brother
You are super, you are brave
Oh my brother, oh my brother
You are my water, you are my life
Oh my brother, oh my brother
You are going to play with me
Oh my brother, oh my brother
But you are small and I am big
Oh my brother, oh my brother
You always help me in my work
Oh my brother, oh my brother
Super brother, brave brother
Oh, my brother.

I wake up everyday,
only to study,
and meet my friends.

I stay there for 7 and a half hours,
It feels like I live at school,
and visit home,
Staying up ALL night,
JUST to do the world’s most boring homework.

I’m in the basketball and singing school team,
but we STILL don’t have many competitions.

Yes, I break the rules,
and have time to follow them,
My teachers SOMEHOW call me a bright gem,
I don’t believe that,
even one bit!

Yes, this crazy and fun life of a student is,
School Life!!!