Talking

When I hear people talk it makes me so angry.
I wonder when they will stop.

When people talk back and forth,
I just want to stab them with a fork.

When people talk they give me a frown.
I hear them talk until the sun goes down.

When people open their mouth,
I just want to throw them to the south.

People always talk sun up sun down.
When people talk I wonder, when will their mouths just shut down.

My Uncle

Why did you chose them instead of family
when I was two
I thought you were cool
I guess I was wrong
someone that chooses drugs instead
of family is not cool at all
they are sick like
that morning what you
did in front of me
and all over a coffee cup

why? why do you think they are cool
who? who told you they were cool
why? why would you chose something
as uncool and disgusting
as drugs over family

IF I could I would change the
past so I could spend
more time with you
and not have
my mom hovering
when you are around

Why? why did you chose death over family
if you did not chose DRUGS! Your condition…

You will see
Being flushed down the toilet
You would have a
Fantastic job
And money for your rent


The End

Hands - 5th Grader

Hands swirl and curl.

The most important part of your body.
Wrinkly bruised blistered.
Dirty, hurt, red is the color,
with a mixture of beige.

Get wrinkled in water
back to normal later.
The swirls help you grip stuff.
Not something that you love and dies.

Take care of them or they will hurt,
and be wrinkled from your tears.

Waiting for You

Sitting here waiting for your voice,
Trying to hear what you did.

Sitting here waiting for your call,
Wanting to know how you are.

Sittign here waiting for your mail,
I feel like it's coming from a snail.

Sitting here watching the world go by,
Waiting for you.

Aspersion

She was the girl that never had any friends
She was forced to pretend
She was the girl who had bruises
She personality confuses
She was the girl who met a boy and her first ever friend.
She would never pretend
She was the girl that opened the window and talked to the boy
And they always enjoyed
As the boy talked to the girl, the mom came in and took her aside
She was the girl that got abused by her drunken mother and died.

Nature Poem by Mouton

As I am sitting outside staring at nature
The grass is soft beneath my feet,
and now I am speechless to say
I cannot explain what I have seen today.

Whether it be the squirrels, the birds, or the wind
When it whirls, I cannot explain what I’ve seen today.
The birds are squeaking with their mouths wide open in an oak tree.
Just sitting they’re waiting for their mommy.

The flowers in the bushes smell so sweet.
Just like a girl on a crowded street.
Boy that’s a girl I’d like to meet.
Nature is now a part of me.

The Long Talk

I hear the bad news
I feel so abused

The door they knock
I know this won’t be a shock

They tell me to sit
When the hear the word “spilt”

My smile disappears
Now I shed my tears

I knew this day would come
Something I wish they would stay away from

Every morning, night, and afternoon they fought
They gave me pain of what they brought

They complain of one another
I thought it was just the others

“Its just one fight” that’s what they would say
I can’t stop this I must obey

I wish this were just a bad dream
I wish I could just scream

Why would they do this
It like this never existed
I wish I wasn’t born

All I can do now is mourn

I bet I was the source...
Of the divorce

Mr. Fritz

I am a bullet train racing across the tracks.
I am an eagle with shapr eyes in the sky.
I am a hawk saoring in the sky.
I am a calculator doing the math.
I am the person who chooses his own path.
I am a good friend.
I am athletic in many sports.
I am quiet as a mouse.
I am a traveler who visits unique places.
I am an owner and lover of pets.