Dec 07

January, Third Grade

Dec 06
poem 0 comments challenge: Say

Strings

it
seems
that the strings
between us 
are growing 
increasingly thin

everyday
i can see that
you're being pulled
slightly farther
away from me

but please remember 
who you are
and
who i am

and
the moments that
we've shared

and please remember
how well I know you

and
that I have been, and always will be, 
here for you
when you need me

it
seems
that the strings
between us 
are growing 
increasingly thin
...
i can't mend them alone
Dec 06

So What Does That Make Us?


i'm
doing
social
studies
homework
and
writing
notes
on
whether
our
constitution
was
pro
or
anti
slavery

all
i
can
think
is
"what
if
it
was
pro?"

"what does that say
about who we are as a country?"

"what does it say
about who we are at the roots of us as a people?"

it hurts to
learn
         the
              real
                     facts

and the
fact
that we talk about it so carelessly
disgusts me

people in my class say
"i feel bad for them"

they're talking
about the slaves

prisoners of war
that were bought and sold
like property,
taken from their home,
forced to learn a new
everything,
forced to change who they were

they were brought over on boats
Dec 05

morning scene


the fog creeps in
over the hills
of dew
and grass
and wet

vermont
mountains
i think they're
they greens
give the picture a backdrop

my apple trees
rise from the fog
like hands
grasping for the sky
above

i can't see the birds
but i know
that they're
there
singing their songs

the drops of
mist
and fog
and dew
cling to the window

fogging it
like my breath is doing
what a glorious
scene it was the this morning
when

the sun peeked it's head over the
horizon
to gaze
down on the world
of fog
Dec 05
poem 1 comment challenge: Contrast

Decision

I see so many things in you from when I saw you last

yet so many things have changed

But I still can't trust you

(even though) you're older, smarter, wiser

wiser *scoff*

Truly I see who you're trying to be though

I can't let it go

Even though I need to forgive

I still reflect

and it was years ago

And I still wonder why

I'm making a big deal of it:

why you did it, was it me, or was it just you

I need to let go of some things

but I can still learn

Even now I'm faced with the decision:

Do I forgive and remember, or do I hold a grudge for something that happened years ago
Dec 05
poem 0 comments challenge: Ask

the bird's wings glistened in the light of the sun

Dec 05

extraordinary in the ordinary

before
we
learned
anything
everything
was
possible

unicorns
were
still
real
and
we
still
saw
fairies
outside
our
windows

wishes
were
made,
on
stars
that
still
danced
and
shot
across
the
sky,
with
the
utter
faith
that
they
would
come
true

things
in
the
universe
were
made
out
of
imagination
not
particles
and
formulas
and
the
stories
we
heard
always
had
a
happily
ever
after

but,
now,
we
know
too
much
too
still
believe
in
the
easter
bunny
and
magic

but
i
think
it's
not
just
the
fact
that
we
have
our
Dec 05

The Things of The Past

i dwell
on the things
of the past
too often
because i
seek
answers

i still
don’t know
why
in third grade
a boy
in my class
found that
he
had to
hit me
hard

my nose
bled

this
thing
happened
more
than
once

he
moved away
that year

but
he
moved
back
this year

and
now
i see
him in the
halls of
our school

and i
still
don’t know
if
i
did something
wrong
to make him
want
to do this

and
its been
more than
four
years
Dec 05

Some People

how do you
say something
when you don’t have the words

and how come
some people
do have all the words

and how come
some people
can speak

and how come
some people
know how to say the thing that you wish you knew how to say

and how come
some people
can say those things

because you don’t
know how to
because you don’t have the words
Dec 05

What We Wish To Forget

we find peace when we ease our aching minds
when we twist it to justify the mistakes that we have made--

in the things we wish to do over
and the things that we all wish to forget,

but by finding that peace for ourselves
we are forgetting.

forgetting everything that happened
forgetting what we need to remember

to ensure
that we learn

from
our
mistakes

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