Croissant

A croissant
Croissant

“Oh!”

I’ve dropped,

My sweet, buttery croissant,

It’s slow fall, seems to taunt,

My hungry need,

For this croissant,

It hits the floor, “Ah!”, I scream,

It seems to haunt,

My ghost croissant,

Now the five second rule,

Cannot apply to this croissant ghoul,

Yet my  mouth starts to drool,

“No!” I say,

It can’t be eaten,

There’s too big a price to pay,

So I go sit haunted, hungry, and sad,

Maybe next year I can get,

The croissant I love and need so bad!

 

 

Happy 2020! And I hope you enjoyed my ode to my favorite vine!!!

Step Sister

When the sunrises and the darkness falls,

I stride through the lonely  halls,

Every old grimy portrait, picture, and photograph stares at my empty soul,

For I without freedom am not whole,

I was mean so I deserve this horrible life,

Full of sadness and strife,

I am the step sister of our beautiful queen,

And like I said before “I was mean”,

Queen Cinderella is her name,

If I leave my home I’ll be shadowed by her fame,

So I’m locked up in my house,

Taking care of my family and a nice mouse,

I could have lived with my step sister happy and elated,

I apologized and my bad reputation has faded,

But I fear,

My family will not make it if I leave here,

And there is no going back and changing what I did,

I’ve been ashamed of myself since I was a kid,

So with that I reach my mothers door,

I enter with a rusty tea set, which I put on the floor,

I walk to my mother and rub her cold feet,

She sighs like she always does when she remembers her defeat,

When Cinderella is not around,

I step in with out a sound.

My story is coming to an end,

My advice is what I lend,

Be kind and don’t make my mistake

Or your future is at stake.

Autumn for Me

The start of school,

Holds the same fast paces of my cross-country races,

 

The crisp air matches the feel,

Of biting into the fresh picked apples,

 

Orange fills the world,

In pumpkins and leaves alike,

 

We chill in the warmth of our hoodies,

And look cool in our cozy sweats,

 

The candy is sweet,

The people too,

And there’s no need to fear ghost because all they do,

is say boo!

 

 

 

 

 

Take me with you

Take me with you

Wherever you go

I am you and you are me

Your words will be in these pages

Your life will go on here

These pages hold many memories

From friends and Families

To truest loves of your life

Memories of Tragedies and Joys

This book will hold forever

Don’t open me and close me

Just to throw away

Take me with you

No matter the cost

If fate is to ever make you unhappy,

I will always make you true and happy

You will find memories of those days

The good old joys that make you laugh

I hold your other half, your faith, your love

The world can betray

Yet, I never will

As I am just a book

Holding memories and knowledge

That will come in handy

Where ever you go

Happiness Is

Happiness is driving full speed down at empty road at night, wind tumbling through your hair and the world totally silent except for you, stars twinkling and laughing from above.

Happiness is the crystal waves crashing over and over onto a sunlit beach, sand smiling and sailboats shining in the distance.

Happiness is laughing for no reason, panicking as your breath can’t come in fast enough, tears streaming down your face, giggles so strong they’re silent.

Happiness is the sunset on a hot summer day, eating watermelon as time passes ever so slowly, one good moment stretching an eternity, your existence enveloped by pure joy.

Happiness is snowflakes falling, coating the world in a calm white, everything seeming so clear and candid, the silence comforting and the stillness giving way to content.

Happiness is a perfect ending to an even better story, filled with satisfaction and pride, characters you’ve seen grow for so long become the people they were meant to be, reflecting on what they’ve taught you, smiling through the tears.

Happiness is seeing an old friend and picking up right where you left off, even though it’s been years, reminiscing and talking and laughing about nothing and everything.

Happiness is a dog’s never ending excitement when you come home, wide eyes, wagging tail, and a smile day after day after day after day…

Happiness is sunny days, being overcome by how gorgeous and gracious nature is, unable to process the beauty of each and every tree and flower and strand of grass you see, not even the wind able to distract you from your glee.

Happiness is the perfect song, each note guiding your soul, the melody touching your heart, the lyrics flowing around you like a storm, passionate and powerful.

Happiness is a smile from a stranger, their life a mystery, their circumstances unknown, their story unfathomable, but their euphoria clearer than day.

Happiness is youth, and memories, and the seasons you’ve lived through, and the wisdom you’ve gained, and the people you’ve met, and the ones who’ve changed you, and the world all around you, beautiful beneath both above and beneath the dirt.

Happiness is surviving through both the good and bad, pushing through the dreadful, and soaring above the excellent.

Happiness is living. Happiness is life. Happiness is here for all of us.

Dream a Little Dream

Leaves,

Vibrant, brittle.

Falling, flourishing, developing.

Falling is never the end.

Life.


Lying,

Never ending.

Brutal and ugliness,

The truth of reality.

Lying.


Anger,

Cause: unknown,

Ready to explode.

How can you forgive?

Confusion.


A girl young of age,

With a dream to be,

The princess.

A girl young of age,

Now in school,

Her dream,

Now forgotten.

A girl now older,

Scared for the future,

With nowhere to go,

She hides in Books.

Pages are filled with her

Friends and Family.

Her dream has changed,

And never the same.

A girl,

With a dream to

Speak her mind.

Too scared to bear,

The judge of peers.

A girl young of age,

With a dream to be,

Her young little self.


Everyone grows up with a dream of some sort. Whether it’s to be a veterinarian, a doctor, a writer, a musician, or even a cook. At some time, those dreams fall away to the back of our minds and collect dust and become forgotten. Around seventy percent of people never dust off their childhood dreams and actually go to school to be that long forgotten person. Life gets in the way of the things we want to do in our spare time (whether it’s sitting down and reading a book; writing a blog; or going to school). Sometimes it’s better to take a break and do what makes you happy, than to continue to do what make you frustrated and angry. Take the time to dust off your childhood dreams, and dream a little dream. 🙂