Ghostly Lantern
Out my window, I see the moon,
A ghostly lantern hung by the stars
Lighting our nights as if they were day,
Lighting the way, lighting the way.
The child in Gaza, in Syria, in Ukraine
Sees a ghostly ship, tossed on the waves
Of the sea of war and horrors and death,
Still the same moon, but on its last breath.
The skies there a ravage of smoke and debris
A world away from my evening soiree,
Still the same world, same sky, same moon,
Time to stop before the world goes to ruin.
The delight of nature
yellow crescents
a sweet muse of joy
the early morning light.
My eternal favor,
bananas, the gift of nature,
whose taste I savor.
Hate
Hate is a strong word, it starts with being woken up by an atrocious bird.
You then arrive in school, half deprived, everyone else doesn’t also feel alive.
Friends, the only part that makes your day, however the one person who thinks he’s your friend tries to fit in and act tough. But really, he’s just gay.
Looking at what you wrote, tough task, especially when teachers are cramming more down your throat.
Hate is a strong word, you finally escape back into your own world. Unfortunately starting the process again tomorrow.
Hate is a strong word, it starts with being woken up by an atrocious bird.
You then arrive in school, half deprived, everyone else doesn’t also feel alive.
Friends, the only part that makes your day, however the one person who thinks he’s your friend tries to fit in and act tough. But really, he’s just gay.
Looking at what you wrote, tough task, especially when teachers are cramming more down your throat.
Hate is a strong word, you finally escape back into your own world. Unfortunately starting the process again tomorrow.
The Realm
In the teenage realm, where dreams take flight,
Nefelibatas soar, embracing the light.
Euphoria dances, igniting their soul,
A symphony of passion, making them whole.
They chase the clouds, with hearts unconfined,
Seeking euphoria, in moments undefined.
Nefelibatas and euphoria, intertwined,
In the teenage journey, magic they find.
St Peter’s Loo
In St. Peter’s loo, odors waltz,
Unseen wraiths in stagnant air.
A malodorous dance, unwelcome,
Haunting walls, a foul affair.
Dead things
Like school tests and exams
like half of them so pointless
just for you to get a result on paper
and people base your intelligence on that.
But if we play a video game
or this and that
they can also test us
on that and see how well we are
and how we can assess problems.
It’s mainly because
games have problems
and so does school
so it’s unfair to base everything off school
and not things we’re actually passionate for.
Sunshine Swap
An exchange year in Ireland is such that having a cold all the time, eating almost nothing, going to school is fun doing every stupid thing and we laugh a lot with the people here, it is really worth it, you learn and pair at the same time We go on excursions, subjects that are not taught in Spain, it is very fun although sport is not given much, there is a lot of sport but very little training, very little physical work but otherwise everything is fine.
A year in Ireland
On exchange, raining all day, eating potato and not being able to catch the ferry because of the fog. All the people very friendly and nice, the whole landscape is green with animals.
Why?
Why dont you do it?
Why dont you understand?
Why cant you listen?
Why cant you remember?
Im sorry i dont do what you want to
Im sorry i cant pay attention to you
Im sorry.
How You Talked
i hate the way you talked about me when your friends were there,
i hate the way you acted like i had a disease and you couldn’t hold my hand or care,
i hate the way i was a toy to pick up when you were bored,
i hate the way your memory makes me angry and confused even more,
but i especially hate that you are in my head every day, of every week, of every year,
why did you do that? Just for fun? Just to brag about? Or was it to make me live my life constantly in fear.