Person A (bus driver): ma’am you have to close your stroller, I’m not moving until you close it.
Person B (women with stroller): Jesus fucking Christ! Don’t start with me, I Ride this bus every fucking day and you the only one who be saying shit about it. It’s hard to close and open with all my bags here, just move!
Person A: I’ve asked you…[Read more]
They told me to stay home, “it is raining like cats and dogs”, I never stopped to think, “what if it was the last time I saw my father?”. Throughout my childhood I was pushed to be better than what I am, competitions grew less fonder, the enjoyment of it was depleting.
I just wanted to be loved or even hear him say, “Good job son, I am proud…[Read more]
The pain of tears
something that will haunt you,
Those few seconds with no sound coming from your mouth has you digging within for the pain to come out.
I felt lost in that pain,
as if my heart has been ripped from my chest,
That pain haunts me in my dreams.
Talking about it stands the hairs on my arms.
That’s the worst I have felt,
my a…[Read more]
Michelle uses “I”, “my” and “I’ll” in the poem which puts the readers in first person perspective, so the readers can participate. The poem is about contemplating if she should stay home from school since there isn’t enough time to get ready for school. Showing slight anxiety of after finally getting ready for school, running to the bus stop an…[Read more]
I remember the news,
you were announced like a detonating fuse,
I smiled and laughed, I even asked, but it was to soon to tell.
I didn’t care,
i couldn’t wait to take you anywhere,
I remember you being in your mom’s belly,
she wanted to walk and walk, until her legs turned jelly,
I was afraid that you would be born in the subwa…[Read more]
Amusement parks, the most quietest place you can be,
Roller Coaster make me sleepy, a cup of soda will put me to sleep.
Libraries are more livelier than city streets,
Signing out the last copy of a book gives me more of an adrenaline rush, rather than watching paint dry.
Homework assignments are optional like arriving to school on…[Read more]
The Pitchers mound, the walk to it may seem small,
But the work for it, is by far a journey.
Magician’s on the field, hiding the ball from the batter.
Rarely giving one to the batter as they slaver like dogs.
We are here to control the running game,
One pitch at a time.