The name of this girl is simply, Autumn

 A happy girl with big and round green eyes

She loves all and would not hurt a fly

Always doing her part to help the earth

The botanical garden where she works

Day in, day out tending to all the plants

Her favorite of them all is the oak

Her meals consist of strictly farm grown food

Leaving out all the meats that we brought with

She spends her time playing with her puppy

as well as a hamster, cat, and a frog

She travels in her eco-savvy car

with just a room for one capacity

She enjoys the coffee that Starbucks makes

But has a problem with some of their foods

Not kosher or vegan or gluten free at all

She wants to make a change to better ‘all’

The reason she joins us on this voyage

Is so that she can try and convince them

To remove all meats from the menu

The huge box covering her face  

Finally, she loaded the box into her newly purchased Porsche Cayenne 

Then her true identity was revealed 

A face that was unlike what it looked liked in her past life 

Falseness surrounds her life 

Her button looking nose and her cheekbones that could slice a piece of bread 

In her head, she thought she was beautiful 

To the outside world, she looked like a mistake 

Rushing to get to school to pick up her child she forgot to actually take

She puts her newly manicured hand on her Botox head 

And completely turns red 

She wants to impress 

Turning into to the Topanga Mall to get a new dress 

Spending 10K like its easy 

Buying stuff for herself that actually looks sleazy 

Everyday she tries to maintain that look 

The look she thinks is beautiful 

Who knows what she feels inside 

Maybe an intelligent beauty in disguise 

She keeps it simple, never adding toffee 

She goes to the garden and plants

Wearing her Birkenstocks and homemade pants

 

She only consumes things that she grows

In the soil beneath her toes

She also grows kale and bean sprouts

And when they don’t grow tall, she shouts

 

Out of homegrown coffee, she faces her greatest fear

And heads to the flagship Starbucks that is near

She hops on her bike, her helmet strapped on tight

She walks into Starbucks, hoping for a bean that is just right

 

Her precious homegrown beans have let her down

So she walks into Starbucks with a frown

 

She enters expecting a few types of coffee from exotic places

But instead she finds a long line of unhappy faces

Shouting orders with words she’s never heard

Recognizing not a word

 

She steps to the front to order her drink

And the twenty-something aspiring musician stares at her without a blink

She feels like a foreigner in her own town

Why is everyone looking at her like she’s a clown?

 

She asked for a small

He responds, “Do you want a tall?”

She leaves empty handed

Feeling like she’d landed

On a foreign planet called Starbucks 

Who looked to be about thirteen years old.

Everyday she tells someone she’s vegan

As if we didn’t know it already;

She eats nothing but kale, bread, and tofu

And uses her diet as an excuse;

She thinks that she is so very special,

While daddy pays for her to go through school.

And though she may be as smart as can be,

She pretends that she’s nothing but vegan

So to ensure her popularity.

Her bio lists her friends by name and in

Order of most important to the least. 

She listens to Twenty-One Pilots and

Considers Halsey to be her true mom;

And because of this she thinks she’s indie.

Her bio lists her friends by name and in

Order of most important to the least. 

Her life is just as hard as it can be; 

Middle school takes its toll on everyone.

How high and mighty does she think she is:

Thirteen long years of life’s experience 

begins to see the colors of leaves fade

into rusty reds and deep oranges

only one thought consumes her head: 

the want, the need for pumpkin spice lattes.  

Brittany from Calabasas is no different from the rest. 

She has flowing golden hair 

cut just above the shoulder 

and piercing blue eyes; 

sparkling against the juxtaposition of her brown eyeshadow, 

Brittany is quite the site to behold.  

On the eve of her sixteenth birthday 

Brittany has only one wish: 

to escape the hills of Calabasas and travel to Seattle 

on a quest for a Pumpkin Spice Latte, 

but not just any Pumpkin Spice Latte,

The original PSL. 

So she hops into her bright pink convertible,

along with her chihuahua, Tinkerbell, 

and 14 Louis Vuitton suitcases, 

and off she goes.  

She is a nice young girl. 

She does not know her right from her left, 

but she always says with a face like hers, 

it does not matter much. 

Her favorite thing to do is to sit and “think”.

Although the ratio of time she spends 

between hair twirling and thinking 

is questionable at best.  

And with the comments she makes

it is questionable if she ever delves into her favorite activity at all.  

 

And a smile with white teeth that twinkle in the sunlight.

His face is on countless billboards,

Promoting movies from action to romances.

His face is also on the walls of infinitely many hopeful teenage girls’ rooms.

When he is not filming a movie, 

He resides in his million-dollar mansion in Calabasas.

However, at this time, he is on a journey.

A pilgrimage, in fact, to Starbucks.

He travels in a limousine convoy,

Each with tinted windows to avoid the flashing cameras.

Hungry like dogs, the paparazzi follow him on the pilgrimage,

Waiting to get an interview or a photo.

Numerous tabloid news websites wait eagerly

For any report of his movement.

When asked why he is embarking on this pilgrimage,

He responds with a simple shrug or an “I don’t know.”

With him travels his loyal bodyguards, 

Ready to defend him at any sign of danger.

And so, the actor proudly travels the perilous lands from Calabasas to Starbucks.

the waves o pointith to’ard thee

The one the one, he hath dawn to come

Big as a hill 

Tall as a tree,

 the wave hath came to he

He tried he struggled he bailed 

He came but then set sail, 

He shan't come back until he hacks

The shredder he wishes to be 

It came, it came to be,

through his shell necklace he could see

The wave coming up

but five foot eight 

With but a middle school frame, 

His chances against the wave were lame

The wave who came to he

He struggle, he tossed, he turned,  

His bleach hair in the air, 
bare feet on his board, 

the wave he is shredding thee, 

But in the end the shred is dead

The rash of the sun leaves, 
a back as red as a rose 

A wipeout is surely fate,

His head in the sand 

His board on the rocks 

The wave hath shredded he


Written by 
D-Cash Money (pen name)


(Daniel Michael Cashdan III)

Black leather jacket hung over his broad shoulders 

And a lit cigarette hanging from his mouth

He is 18 years old, 

yet old and corrupted

Sun kissed hair with a set of dark brown eyes

With muscular arms painted with tattoos

Girls love him,

As he is a mystery waiting to be solved

They are determined to change him for the better,

But he will not budge.

He drives his dad's old Harley Davidson 

Has no care about the world, but worries about his grades

He looks rough and tough on the outside,

but little did people know, he was a wounded puppy on the inside.

A mischievous look as he walks 

Head held high, a smirk rested on his lips

As he strolls in with swagger, he listens to rock and roll

He smells the bitter aroma of coffee from the machines at the first Starbucks

And finds her bundled up, trying to fight the Seattle weather

He offers her his jacket because after all,

He is on a mission to impress the good girl

Nail appointments every Tuesday 

Hair appointments every Friday

Has a lot of fake friends

Some real friends too

Private school 

Private neighborhood

Big house

Expensive cars

Diamond earrings 

14 karat gold rings

Credit cards funded by her parents

Designer shirts

Designer skirts

Designer dresses

Designer flip flops 

Designer hair ties

She has it all

All things fabulous 

It’s not enough

She still wants more

She made up cheers about Starbucks as I could have foreseen

Her ponytail swayed as she skipped 

It was tied with a bow, occasionally she would flip it

She always wore her uniform and a smile 

A shell and a skirt, that was her style 

She rode in a bicycle next to our ride

She told us she needed to get in shape in order to have her pride 

When others would bicker she would break it up 

She was bossy, yes but she helped cheer everyone up

In our free time she was stretching

So she would keep her skill

She was quite fetching

But she stayed modest, still 

When something went right 

She would flip around 

That gave all of us a great delight  

Our claps made quite a sound! 

Yes she wasn’t the smartest 

She did not understand this and such   

But we know she was kind hearted

That counts for only so much...

to Washington’s Seattle, up the coast

to the location where the first of Starbucks 

was situated.  Caffeine she loved not;

it made her jittery, e'en more than when

she walked through crowds of people looking at her,

at least she thought that they were looking at her.

She tried to hide, not to be noticed, so

she pulled her hoodie on, hoping it lent her

degrees of camouflage; she wore her shoes

until they fell apart, just for the sake

of never wearing something new that might

draw someone else’s notice.  Her dark hair

was straight; she pulled it oft when she was nervous;

she had it angular across one eye

in order that she did not meet the gaze

of someone else, that dreaded someone else.

She was indeed a kindly soul inside,

but no one else would know this if they were

a someone else.  Journeying with parents

to visit relatives, her trip by car,

she had been dropped off to spend her spring break

with her grandparents.  During this, the first

leg of her journey, this is where she met them

(the group to which she would very quickly

tell of her journey, comfortable with strangers),

head low, and shoulders high, with her hood up

and Rollerblading towards the destination

that was both hers and theirs.  Katie Hameetman

With her hair in a ponytail

Blonde bangs curled

Adidas sweatpants and fitted T-shirt

New white chunky New Balance sneakers

Acrylic nails

Oversized Sunglasses

Too low-cut shirts for her age

Loves to shop

Drives her kids to soccer every Sunday Morning

Rolls up in her Chrysler Minivan

Always has snacks in her car

Does anything for her “little angels”

Total protection over her kids

No PG-13 movies

Doesn’t own a TV

Brags about her kids

Wants her kids to succeed

Never knew her greed

Lives through her kids

Living a life she never lived