Gloom

I’m greeting everyday with a smile

I talk and giggle with my friends

School isn’t too hard

and home is nice and cozy

but why do I feel this constant gloom

this emptyness that constantly looms

it feels suffocating

like a heater that has been on for too long

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Plugged In

It’s so quiet, there’s not a sound,

But it’s not like there’s nobody around.

The dog is busy yap, yap, yapping,

Dad is at the computer tap, tap, tapping,

Little brother playing GTA,

While the older one is texting all day.

My mother is reading on her Nook,

And Facebook is the only place my cousin looks.

What am I doing during all of this?

I’m watching the smoke rise into the abyss

Exhaling even more to distract myself

From this lonesome house and everything else.

Back of the Classroom

I used to sit in the back of the room,

that desk is always full of gloom.

The fourth leg is missing,

how I fall so easily from just leaning.

 

How the dust collected on top,

how it goes everywhere when I sit with a plop!

The teacher would never see my raised hand,

how the entire class made me banned.

I couldn’t care less about it all.

 

How I would have my back against the wall,

and how I can ponder whatever I desire in my heart.

At the back of the classroom, nobody can see me fall apart.

Fame

Your name is in the headlines.

Your name is whispered in the halls.

You haven’t committed any crimes,

but cries are echoing off the walls.

 

You were always very kind

you always brightened everyone’s day.

Oh, how could we all be so blind?

It didn’t have to end this way!

 

I don’t know which is worse,

the way you left holes in all our hearts,

or how I don’t feel remorse.

Afterall, I helped you fall apart

Beautiful

I am ugly

My hair is greasy

My glasses don’t fit my face

And my clothes never match

What if I was born beautiful?

What if my genes favored me?

Would life be easier?

Would I have some friends?

Would they stop picking on me?

Would they be my friend instead?

Would she look at my direction?

Not with disgust, but with curiosity?

Someone comes up,

Oh great, another bully.

“Hey are you okay?”

Stunned, I turn around

She smiles a sad concerned smile

“I’m alright” I say looking down at my notes

“Are you sure?” She asks

Kneeling down to look me in the eye

“What is life like with beauty?”

The words slip out of my mouth before I could think of stopping them

She gives me a hug and holds me tight

“Remember that you are beautiful inside and out” ~Victoria N 12/18/17

Oblivious

She hugs me so tightly that I can’t breathe,

My body goes numb and my vision goes black,

but I smile in spite of myself

 

When she screams at me,

she calls me worthless and weak,

but I can’t help but feel praised

 

When she splashes cold water on my face

when she locks me out of the house for days

when she tosses my food all over my face

I feel like giggling and laughing like a fool

 

I don’t deserve this treatment,

after all,

you shouldn’t pity the dirt you tread with your own feet.

 

Demon

DEMON!

DEMON!

Those hateful words that ring in my ears

as they all beat me until I shed tears.

They pull at my hair and toss me to the ground

they kick me and throw me around.

I’m nothing more than a ragdoll

being pulled apart until stuffing falls.

They toss holy water at my face,

and hit me until metal is all I taste.

Everything hurts and everything stings,

my vision goes black and my ears start to ring.

Why must my life end this way?

What did I do to die today?

Where I’m From

I am from stuffed animals

From books and the internet

I am from the card board walls

That smell like lime and scented candles

I am from the trees

The oaks and pines

Whose long gone limbs I remember

As if they were my own

 

I am from cooking and careful planning

From Axel and Fergus

I’m from watching movies at midnight and standing up for what I believe in

And from never backing out of an argument

 

I’m from “never give up” and “don’t forget your manners”

And “love your neighbor as yourself”

I’m from working hard

I’m from Texas and Hispanic roots

Chicken soup and quesadillas

From determination that never wavers

Working so hard that she would’ve collapsed

Pictures recording all like a journal

Strung up on walls and stored in books

Gently stored in our minds and in our hearts too

Keep Going

As soon as the horn sounds

They take their turn

Their muscles burn

more than anyone else that took their round

 

Everyone cheers, everyone screams

It turns into such a beautiful scene

His feet are splashing up chlorine

even so, the cheers are coming from both teams

 

GO! GO! GO!

YOU CAN DO THIS!

the scene appears to be a bliss

the faces of everyone appear to glow

 

When his hand touches the wall

The room echoes with our cheers

I’m so happy my eyes fill with tears

He is truly the greatest swimmer of them all

 

He isn’t the fastest of them all,

but he is the greatest of them all

Airplanes

we take off at high speeds

I’m forced back into my seat

I’m pinned to my seat as I gaze out the window

the road is a blur underneath the wheels

we go faster and faster until the roads end

when we take off, I can feel my world shift

It almost feels as if we are floating in the air

….almost….

Are we going to fall?

Will we ever touch the ground again?

The world is shrinking beneath us

Everything is only getting smaller and smaller

A sharp pain brings me to become aware of my surroundings

babies cry as their ears pop

their screams are enough to wake any sleeping passengers

their cries might confuse the birds flying by

they say the lift-off is the worst part

I wonder what will happen when we get closer to the ground…