• Fall

    With a color splash  Blue skies drown with falling leaves  Yellow, brown, orange 

  • Migration

    I knew the migration would happen as soon as Mr. Walsh walked into the classroom.  My only hope was he had gotten the letter and had headed for the hills.  But either he didn’t get the letter or he didn’t care.  Only I knew what he did and what was coming for him.  I knew…

  • Jack of all Trades

    Student of all things  A master of too many  Never picking one 

  • Ghosts

    He never believed in ghosts  Which is a lie that he boasts  He was always one to scare  His heart being almost bare  Maybe he should move to one of the coasts 

  • Color

    Watching butterflies  Swooping up, down, all around  Colorful flowers 

  • Guilt

    Guilt and self-loathing  Leading me into the dark  Do not turn your back

  • Drawing

    He told me he liked to draw  But everything looked very blah  I wanted to be nice  But I was too full of spice  Maybe, one day, my heart will thaw 

  • Light

    Waiting in the early morning light  Wondering why it was so bright  With the twirl of the air  And none of its usual flair  Wouldn’t that be a bawdy sight 

  • Resilience

    She is resilient  Never asks for any help  Go apologize 

  • Cheat

    Snitch and feel the sting  Otherwise, go your own way  Cheaters don’t prosper