PIGEON
On November 26, 2012
by KYLA
Flying through the crisp air,
Then landing gently on the ground.
Bobbing its head back and forth,
It dances to the rhythm of the car’s beeps.
Pecking the ground, then spreading
its wings to fly.
The pigeon is charmed by the bell
that rings from the church.
The pigeon glides above the cars
like Icarus, not too low and not too high.
The pigeon floats in the light breeze,
catching the clouds in it’s wings.
The pigeon glides to the ground
and pecks.
It finds a graceful grain
of rice upon the sidewalk.
The pigeon gulps the rice,
Its stomach expands.
Then BOOM! It explodes
into smoke and grey
feathers.
I sit on the bench nearby,
drinking my cup of Coca Cola;
Then suddenly, I explode into laughter.
Like the pigeon explodes when it eats the
rice.
As I can disappear in an instant, the
pigeon can disappear into smoke.
Tagged with: kyla
DOOR
On November 26, 2012
by SHERROD
1
Opening the pathway to a new world
Fighting against the force that pushes it closed
2
Allowing new faces to pass through
Letting a new body pass its presence
3
A handle called a knob
A flashing brown coating of paint
An opening at the bottom to let air in
Allowing the bodies to breathe the freshness of the outside
4
A pathway to a new world
A new destiny
Adding suspense to what comes next
5
One, two, or maybe three forms of entry
After every stop, pass the doorway
A new light shines
6
A place to fly you away
A building for education
A guard to block the innocents
7
Flying out past the world around you
Teaching children about new things
Pushing away from a greater power
8
Let the door lead you to another world
A new world that has no way out
9
The door can be devious
The door can be kind
10
Allowing you to go to new places
Letting you waste its time
11
The door has shades of red, brown, and green
With a little crease in between
12
A new opening to another life
A door has its own beautiful light
13
Let the door guide you
Let the door consume your body
Pass the door and go on an adventure
A new life from an old door
Tagged with: sherrod
GOODBYE, MARCUS
On November 26, 2012
by SHERROD
You are my cousin and I love you
Like a brother
You and I went our separate ways. But
I can tell you are still with me.
Chicago, our hometown, and now your
Territory.
I don’t know what you think about
All the time because we think so much
Alike
So alike that it’s scary.
I miss you with a fiery passion
And I hope you miss me the same
Way.
I love you bro and that’s never gonna
Change.
I know you love me too, but you suck
At showing your emotions
I wish to see you again or to live
With you again
You are my one and only true friend.
Tagged with: sherrod
ANTENNAE
On November 26, 2012
by SHERROD
Rushing cars flying through the streets
Wind flowing making the leaves fall
The wind blows and makes an antenna turn
The character Qiú falls and lands on a tree
It leans and reveals a rustling flag
A flag that shows that we are all free
White stars and red bars
The flag blooms with each gust of air
To show that I can still flow with care
Tagged with: sherrod
LET YOUR TEARS FALL
On November 26, 2012
by MARCHE
Tears are falling from the sky like rain
This aching pain won’t go away
I will pray and pray
Until this day fades
I shall hold on tight
And never let you go
For it’s you and I
In this lonely world
And if things go wrong
Don’t let me go
It’ll be okay
Let your tears fall
A smile is soon on its way
We’ll fly into the sky
And let our sails soar
But now buildings are falling
And our dreams have been killed
My future life is now over
Should I start over?
I stare at my reflection
And hate what I see
There’s a sweet black
Thunder growling behind me
Its darkness shines so bright
It’s leading me to the Devil
On this lonely night
I’ve lost true love
Now I’m praying for heaven
Because this earth is just
A black abyss
Tagged with: marche
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