I sit in class and stare at my computer screen. I have to write a paper for english, but I can’t find it in myself to actually work so I pull out my phone and begin to text. I have my music blaring in my ears and I sit back to watch my fellow students. I see my friends sitting across from me, their faces set hard with concentration as they do the assignment I refuse to touch. I am tired, I worked all last night, got home and had to do chores before rushing to take a shower and get to bed. This morning I slept through my alarm twice and had to rush…
Humans are beings
Whose lives’ can be teeming
With work, school, family, and friends.
Humans’ lives take many trends.
They bask in great success,
Make endless messes,
Fix a friendship gone awry,
Lose a friend on the sly.
We are human.
We go through suffering and pain
Sometimes being lain
In a bed sick
Or with a broken heart that can’t be fixed.
At times we are shattered,
But, most of the time that doesn’t matter.
For we can be put together again.
We just don’t know when.
We are human.
We make mistakes
And sometimes the earth quakes
With our anger, sadness and troubles.
We are human.
Our sadness can cry endless rivers,
Then, there comes a giver
Who tells us not to mope,
But to go about with hope.
For you never know what’s on the other side
An endless path, so far and wide,
We couldn’t know what’s on the other side,
The grass becomes greener,
The trees become leaner,
The environment always changes.
It always rearranges
The plants and landscape.
Always changing shape,
The path always takes
A different course in its wake.
With endless bends,
The path often leads to dead ends.
Along the way,
You may go astray
From the goodness of life today.
Throughout all this,
Can come times of great bliss
When a person stays on the road.
There is a certain mode
Of calm and slight contentment,
Of putting your full energy and sentiments
Into life’s golden trail.
You may rise up like a sail.
Achieve endless things,
Receive endless diamond rings.
But one thing is clear,
For as long as you live each year,
You must try your best to leave…
My cornea may be clouded,
My vision in one eye not well rounded,
I am not blind.
Legally blind or no,
My senses are more than just so-so,
My hearing helps see all,
Every boom to a pin that may fall.
The smallest touch,
Though it might not say much,
Helps give a lot of meaning,
To everything around my being.
Although it might not seem,
That taste doesn’t do everything,
It’s almost effortless,
To never miss,
The taste of anticipation in the air
When a test is given here.
I am not blind.
My little sight is my fifth sense.
Although it is used with no nonsense,
It still isn’t really present.
I am, however, hesitant,
To talk about a sixth sense that remains
To help me with all of my gains.
The sense helps me figure out,
Rising above the clouds,
Round, white, and perfect, the moon comes
Up, the light spilling out.
They walk for hours before needing to stop and rest. The woods provide a clearing and a safe spot to rest. The man pushes the cart onto the frozen dirt, struggling to move both the dog, boy, and the goods they found. He lets them out and lays down a blanket. The boy sits down. The man doesn’t sit, though. He hands the boy another blanket and a pillow. “I’ll be back soon, son. I need to find wood for a fire.” He walks away, leaving the boy and dog next to the cart.
Darkness quickly settles in, making it harder to see. The man stumbles over a tree stump. A branch rips a hole in…
They come to an abandoned Wal-Mart. There are a few cars in the parking lot, rusted and their windshields cracked. Shopping carts are scattered around and the man grabs one to set the boy in along with their bag and the dog. The dog curls against the boy. The man pushes the cart towards the open doors.
The boy looks up and whispers to the man, “Daddy, I’m scared. I don’t want to go in there.” The man gives a small smile but continues to move into the store. “I know, but there could be things we need.” The conversation ends there.
The inside of the store is grimy. The freezers reek of thawed and rotten meats….
The day was finally here, and five-year-old Sarah could barely contain herself as she waited for eight o’clock to roll around. Her parents had given her strict orders not step out of her room before eight, as Santa wouldn’t be able to leave presents for her. So she waited, and waited, and finally it was time. She rushed out of her room, tripping over her own feet in the rush to see the gifts Santa had left her. When she stepped into the living room, she gasped at all the colorful presents surrounding the tree. Santa had been generous indeed!
“Mommy! Daddy! Wake up! Santa came last night!” She ran and jumped on the bed, effectively waking her…
Sports can bring the best out of you
You learn lessons from sports like you are in school
Handling the ups and downs is something you have to do
I am being taught life lessons by the game, which is pretty cool
Every single emotion comes out of you when you are caught up in the game
Whether it’s happy like Mickey Mouse, or mad like a angry mole
I know now from experience, I always have to be tame
When the pressure is on, I am attempting a game winning putt aiming for the hole
The satisfaction of winning is getting an A on a test
But the disgust of losing is living in hell
The lessons I learn will help on my quest
An elephant walks
Into a marble mansion
With a suit and tie
In walks a black cat
Who is groomed and clean looking
He sits by the frog
Every time I see
A giant ugly spider
I grab the paper
When I see the beast
I shmooshdify the spider
With the classified
by Matthew Robinson