Instead of the downstairs one

Cancelling the shower curtains

So it’s no longer a blockade

To the escaping convicts

That dig through the floor

This was a big mistake...

Being completely oblivious as to what happened

Sprinting like a car downstairs

The hole staring through me

The hole flaking at the seams

The hole acting like a spiral staircase

For the tiny escaping convicts

My parents were scolding

As the convicts were escaping

They were being trapped in a cage

Set by us as they fall

The repairman adjusting the hole

Like a crazy magical wizard

Fast forward a couple years,

And the indent made by it is still there today

Not even a single cloud in sight

Chatting with my talkative friends

Longing for something more,

Something profound, something worth treasuring!

Lonely friend, hair in face

Lightly dribbles silver soccer ball

Smile on her mouth, eyes shining brightly.

Glamorous idea hit like a bolt of lighting

She, a stellar soccer player

And I only a novice.

Creeping stealthily up behind her

A kitten prowling its victim

Expertly kicking the ball away...away...

Dribbling the playful soccer ball

Enemy only one step behind...Gaining...gaining...gaining...

Sharp turn up ahead, incoming!

One look behind determines my fate

Rapidly thinking clever ideas with wit

Faking kick to the left

But way out of practice

Tripping clumsily over the ball.

Feet up in the air

Sun winking as if to say:

“Should not have done that!”

Sights whirl around, seeing stars

Landing on left knee and scraping palms

Rolling up my leggings, yikes!

Maroon blood gushing out of wound

Staining my ebony gym pants 

Liquid that sustains life spreading...Spreading...Spreading...

a sweet smell of pancakes flowed to my nostrils.

Then problems arose like weeds in the yard.

It is April 1st or as most people call it- April Fools.

Dressing with haste and dashing down the stairs.

Seeing Zach, my older brother,

And then remembering what happened last year.

But it’s going to be different this year.

Focusing on pranking my brother.

Dashing as fast as a jet up to my room.

Pondering on how to prank my snob of a brother.

Then it came to me

pranking him with some firecrackers.

Swiftly taking his firecrackers out of his room,

Placing them under the toilet,

Hiding under the table in the hall,

Watching, waiting monitoring the bathroom door.

It was looking positive till someone walked in.

That someone is my Mom

And it was too late

Scrunching up my face and ears.

Watching, waiting, listening for the loud

Bang! The smell of pancakes 

Rapidly replaced with a sulfuric smell

My Mom trudged out of the room

Telling me to clean it up.

Sitting in the bathroom staring

At the white, metallic toilet bowl.

My rear placed upon the cold, wet tiles.

My brother sprinted in mocking me

Like my reflection in the toilet bowl.

A scent of pizza filling the air and marching 

Onto my tongue. The rough carpet tickling my toes,

 homework taking over my brain.

Brother's eyes glued to the T.V. on full blast.

Getting a drink and coming back to see 

Homework gone. Anger filling veins,

 Grabbing the crumpled sheet from his hands 

And retreating back to my spot.

Anger takes over, and a remote goes flying

From my hands and at his face.

Catching it he throws it back laughing.

This frustrates me even more.

 Springing up I'm ready for war.

Living room suddenly a battle field,

Toys flying in every direction, littering the floor.

Finding I’m out of ammunition, my eyes scan 

The room for a new weapon.

It is then that I spot the dominoes.

Running to the box and flinging away the lid,

I scoop up a hand full and hurl it across

The room. Starting main fight of the battle.

Domino's soaring through the air 

And hitting us all over.

Brother aiming for my face is

The only thing that registers in my mind.

He throws and I lunge to my left,

Throwing myself onto a nearby couch.

The small slab just missing my ear.

As I hit it away. 

While most fly to the floor, or off to the side, 

That single domino finds a separate target.

SMASH!! A deafening crash fills my ears.

Stopping my heart. The domino had found the T.V.

The brand new T.V, only three days old.

Shutting my eyes, hoping against hope that

This is all a dream.

No such luck, the nightmare isn't a nightmare.

Opening my eyes I asses the damage.

Parents running in asking about the crash, 

Until they turn their gaze to the screen.

Spider web cracks blanket the screen.

Shshshshshsh! T.V. makes a terrible glitching sound.

As black swarms over the screen, taking over.

All the work of a single domino.

Mom and Dad screaming, words becoming distorted.

As I realize the damage I have made,

And the consequences I will face.

SQUIRT.SQUIRT.SQUIRT.

Goes the red, salty ketchup

On the clear saran wrap.

SQUIRT.SQUIRT.SQUIRT.

A malicious idea came 

Knocking at the door asking 

for trouble. “GOAL” are the 

Noises ringing through the halls 

coming from the two little pigs.

While the pigs are rolling in the mud,

The big bad wolves plant the 

Prank on one of the pigs

Electronics. Along with the ketchup

A camera, recording all that happens,

Is included too. 

STOMP.STOMP.STOMP.

Here comes the elephants charging

Into their domain. The big bad wolves

scamper up to their cave and hide.

“Gasp-blood!” SNICKER.CHUCKLE.CHORTLE.

“AHHHH” were the battle cries 

Of the little pigs.This was war.

WHAM.

SLAM.

Goes the door.

For the first time. The big bad wolves

Were the ones running from house to house. 

After what seemed the end of

The skirmish, The wolves apologized 

And revealed that the messy pigs

Were being recorded. The steam

Pouring out of the pigs ears, was

Identical to the steam of a 

Piping hot cup of tea.

Their anger did not stop there.

The pigs went to all the trouble

To tattle tale about our prank to the parents.

Another part of the payback

Was in full amount.They sneakily hid our electronics,

Leaving us clueless about what

Happened. The battle for the

Last laugh might never end between us

Siblings. We will go to 

The end of the world

To get the final laugh-

Or the end of a ketchup bottle.

                                                                                                                       

Out of the screen absorbing 

into my brain- conjuring an idea,

The laundry basket pulled my body

Towards it like a moth to light

Rushing up the stairs

Yanking my cousin and

The basket along with me

Plopping my body in the basket

Tucking my feet under the soft folded laundry

Grasping the hard plastic handles

Signaling my cousin to give me a push

He shook his head so much

He looked like a maraca  

But with a little persuasion he finally agreed

He murmurs “ready? 1, 2, 3, go”

And with that I bolt down the stairs

surroundings turning into a blur

Speeding down the stairs If stairs had cops 

I would’ve been thrown in jail

“Wees and Woos” fill the air

But suddenly stops when the basket 

Meets a toy car sending me into the air

My body internally froze but  the rest of my body- 

Was sent spinning around

Like I was in a washing machine

Terrified, life flashing before my eyes

Hair whipping wildly, scared for my life

Heart pumping like it was trying to  break free

BANG! Smashing into the wall

Face smooshed, glasses broken like two twigs

Slightly turning my face to revealing 

My mother towering overing me 

Anger steaming out of her ears

I knew it was game over for me

 Shoving it in the dishwasher  

 Noticing that we no longer

 Have the cleaning tablets we 

 Use, looking around i find a 

 Bottle of dish soap and assum 

 That it will work just as well  

  Walking confidently back to the 

  Living room switching on the 

  Tv messing with the channels no 

  Care in in the world until 

  Out of the corner of my eye  

  Isee the golden brown pooch 

  Eating something shimmering white 

  Thinking that it was her favorite snowman toy

  I pay no attention to her 

  Clink! I hear making my heart 

  Burst in pure terror darting towards 

  The predicament my eyes behold 

  A pool of glossy white substance placing me 

  In a state of panic 

  

   Attempting to clean up the Appalling mess

   Quivering within every movement of my 

   Body my mother lazily walks in the kitchen

   Glancing at the mess which results in 

   Her falling on the ground erupting in laughter

    Lifting herself from the flooring she proceeds 

    To grabs a copious amount of towels chunking

    Them at my body and  says ,” have fun cleaning 

    Your mess .”

  

   

  

   

Sprawled out across the floor.

My choo choo train

Decorates the living room

Playing in silence like a mute

Listening to my parents chatter

The aroma of christmas candles

To escape the overpowering smell

Would be like escaping Alcatraz

Looking for my chattering parents

To show them my creation

When a sudden burst of noise

Booms through the relaxing mood

The mood dissolved in an instant.

Longing for the moment to come back,

Racing for the sound that rudely interrupted.

To find my loving parents,

Hypnotized by a bright box.

not pausing for a moment,

quickly dashing for the unwanted box

And hit the button labeled “power”

Every time the tv turns on

They would expect me to show up 

To stop the box’s tyranny 

My parents would scream profusely.

Until eventually they grew tired,

And put a stop to what they thought was banter 

But the whole time they were being saved

From the box that ruined the good aura

So they put a lock on the power switch

Keeping my favorite feeling away

Not able to find it when the tv turns on

rich blue sky softly smiling

Fresh cotton linen mixed with newly cut grass,

The paint can screams,... “use me, use me, use me”

Hating the cotton ball color of my dad's Infiniti G37 Coupe,

making a plan, again I had hope.

Surreptitiously crawling on the sandpaper scraggy concrete,

clearing the coast clean, independence is mine.

My heart beams of rejoice out of my chest.

envisioning the perfect plum set of wheels, puts my plan into action

Clenching the faux wood brush,

Submerging it into the lilac goo

Still- stepping forward- beginning to spread the paint like butter.

No regrets, no care in the world, no more white car.

Overwhelmed with pride gawking at my masterpiece.

Fear takes over me, worrying about others opinions on the artwork.

Ding ding hollers the door alarm, as my dad steps out.

Frustrated, perplexed, disappointed

Scolding, sorries, and scrubbing ended the early June day

Others don't know the true beauty I recognize.

Soul feeling weak and drab,

My only option to recover was to find another canvas.

No sound or people in sight

No one to restrict me.

A idea flows through my mind

Telling me to bring the

One thing my tounge lives for, Chocolate milk.

It would be a dream to sit their

Playing video games with chocolate

Milk by side, but that is against the rules

Taking a step to the fridge

A horrible image of punishment 

Screams at me not to take it.

But I also can see 

The fun to be had if the milk is taken.

It was high risk high reward.

Breaking the law my hands

whip the milk around to the counter to make a glass.

stepping onto the soft, white, clean stairs.

My feet are heavy weights

Causing me to struggle.

Almost as if its warning 

Me to turn back before it's too late.

The chair awaits me as

the floor awaits my milk.

Swinging back and forth in the chair

My Leg aims and crane kicks the chocolate milk.

The glass slams into the once white wall

Turning it into a brown polka dotted mess.

Shards of glass scatter across the floor

Shimmering, shining, and glittering like 

The stars in the night sky.

Brown liquid is a homing missile

Splatting onto everything expensive.

My heart froze like water into a ice cube.

Regret shot into my mind 

Making the enjoyment and fun a 

forgotten Dream, Meaningless and irrelevant

Without even thinking my legs 

Lead me downstairs to the cleaning supplies.

Sprinting back up stairs to the mess 

my hands scrub as fast as they can 

Like they were on fire, it doesn't come off

Then the dreaded bell rang.

My family comes inside and 

My sister run to the there room upstairs.

They yell for my parents and see

The destroyed walls and brown paint milk everywhere.

Before my mouth could even open

Punishment and correcting stomped me into the ground.

I´m up to bat, bottom of the last inning, bases loaded. 

Pitch number two. Strike two!

Winning run on second, two outs. 

I grabbed my aluminum bat.

As I stepped into the box,

My red jersey flew in the wind, and

My aluminum bat reflected the sun.

The pitcher wound up to throw.

Time was like a snail. Ding!

The red laces spun off the bat.

I watched in awe as

The ball flew to left center.

I ran for first base.

The center fielder had the ball.

I went for a double.

Fwoosh! I dove into second.

The dirt was a dry, barren desert.

I looked at home plate,

And then at the umpire.

“Safe at second!” shouted the umpire.

I rose to my feet,

Only to find two of my teammates running towards our dugout.

As the umpire raised his hands,

He said to the crowd, “ball game!”

Awaking in my house.

Sunlight pouring through the window and dancing around my head.

It takes five years for me to get out of bed.

This perfect morning is ruined by school.

Getting ready for the bright yellow bus to pick me up.

The school comes nearer emerging from the bus.

While waiting in the cafeteria it dawns on me.

My face goes as white as a ghost’s.

Inside my head screaming bloody murder.

Forgetting special quiz grade homework.

It is as if my head weighs a million pounds.

stumbling to first period.

My happiness peeling away like an onion.

going to the next period.

Repeat until arriving at fifth period.

The door wide opening seeing my teacher inside.

He is taking up everyone homework as we pass inside.

Then praying, praying for anything to happen.

Then hearing it, the glorious sound.

My prayers have been answered.

The fire bell screeches, screams, and hisses,

While water is drenching my piers heads.

Fire trucks line up to the school.

Meanwhile, doing my victory dance.

Seeing my fifth period teacher looking like he is gonna explode.

Sunlight pouring through the window and dancing around my head.

It takes five years for me to get out of bed.

This perfect morning is ruined by school.

Getting ready for the bright yellow bus to pick me up.

The school comes nearer emerging from the bus.

While waiting in the cafeteria it dawns on me.

My face goes as white as a ghost’s.

Inside my head screaming bloody murder.

Forgetting special quiz grade homework.

It is as if my head weighs a million pounds.

stumbling to first period.

My happiness peeling away like an onion.

going to the next period.

Repeat until arriving at fifth period.

The door wide opening seeing my teacher inside.

He is taking up everyone homework as we pass inside.

Then praying, praying for anything to happen.

Then hearing it, the glorious sound.

My prayers have been answered.

The fire bell screeches, screams, and hisses,

While water is drenching my piers heads.

Fire trucks line up to the school.

Meanwhile, doing my victory dance.

Seeing my fifth period teacher looking like he is gonna explode.

Seeing others complaining and sleeping

My eyes wander into deep space

Everything stops i'm left in my thoughts

I see a field of grass and trees

The sun shines it's light onto the meadow

 across the roof of the Windmill

Grass sways back forth with the wind

Leaves rustle along the branches of trees

Seasons pass by as I sit and watch

Fall comes the grass shortens

The windmill still spins slowly

The trees colored a deep orange

Leaves pass by flying through the air

The stream covered in fallen leaves

Winter comes the windmill freezes

Trees still like a statue

The sky a cold blue

The grass hidden under the snow

The stream frozen like a tiled floor

Spring comes and butter flys

The windmill moves again

The grass and leaves sway and rustle

The sun rises for a glimpse

The stream flows once more

And I wake up from a sweet day dream

I approached the car with precaution

Waiting to see what truth would lie 

Inside the cold silence of that silver Infinity 

Slithering into the cold, black seat

Waiting….waiting...for a grocery list

I knew this would happen

Whenever, we go to the store

He is always focused on his mental list

He drives in silence- I ride in silence

The silence echoed like heeled shoes in an empty room

It felt cold and unwelcoming

I decided to take the risk and start to hum

A song- he knew too well

He looked at me with his warm eyes

But, turned back to driving- unphased 

Faintly humming the same tune

He pulled out his phone from the grasp of the cup holder

...scroll..scroll...scroll....click… click

We waited in silence until..

I heard a faint sound of a melody 

He looked at me with knowing eyes and nodded

Then I felt a little fire inside

And at the same time- we started to sing

“ Na… Na na… Na na na na… Hey Jude..”

A smile crept onto my face- it started to glow

We sat there- laughing- loving every moment

As the car approached the store

We got out of the car and walked

“Squeak” announced the doors to Kroger

Welcoming us to the golden gates of produce

I then felt a warm blanket covering my hand

It was my dad- holding my hand

We ran as fast as we could- wanting to sing again

A baseball game is coming to its close.

The score 4-4, and i’m up to bat.

Making a fool out of myself in from of my friends

And family is not even a choice.

Steps outside the dugout I take

A large breath and charge to the plate,

I stare down the pitcher, widen my

Stance, and angled my knees.

Even with my thick, navy blue helmet,

I could still hear the roar of the crowd.

My situation was as if I the ball was my

enemy, and the bat was my weapon of choice.

The pitcher whipped the ball out of his 

Glove, and it came straight for me.

I swung only a second too late, for i had missed

It by a millimeter, strike one.

The pitcher once again hurled the ball so fast,

I thought it burned through the catcher's glove, strike two.

The catcher threw the ball back to pitcher, and

I thought to myself that I couldn’t let the two strikes get to me.

This Time the ball never left my sight,

The pitcher pegged the ball as if it were a missile,

Straight for the catcher’s glove. Yet it never touched

The catcher’s mitt, I twisted the wooden bat around,

Launching the ball to the back of the baseball diamond.

Immediately I shot to first base, second, third.

Yet on my way to home plate, the player

At shortstop tossed the ball to the pitcher.

Ignorantly, he started to jog to the plate.

Now it was a race to home plate. I began to 

Build up anxiety to if I was running fast enough.

With no more stamina to burn, I skidded on the

Muddy dirt with the last of the energy. 

Laying face down in the dirt, i slid right into

Home Plate! The whole team began 

Jumping up and down in the dugout.

I just won the game!

Areiq is ready to start of his day at home

Getting ready for basketball

He’s ready for the championship

He knows because he thinks he’s the best

Areiq thinks he’s the basketball, he thinks he’s the team.

Areiq is Ready for the game

He’s ready to demolish the opposing team

Coach Bro and Areiq are waiting for the rest

Even though he’s waiting for the team, he thinks he can take the team

Oh here comes the rest of the team.

Here comes Nepon, the center 

Xavier, the power forward, he thinks he’s the strongest

Jonathan, the shooting guard

Kairo, point guard #2

Ali and Jay who are both small forwards.

Of course Areiq thinks he is better than anyone on the team, even Coach Bro

The game starts and Areiq starts of with the ball 

He hears mom and dad cheering in the background

Areiq has the ball and sees Ali open, but doesn’t pass 

Areiq charges and scores for the team.

The game keeps going and Areiq doesn’t give his team a chance

The score is 20-38, Areiq’s team is 17 points behind

If Areiq doesn’t give his team a chance then they might lose the championship

It’s halftime and everybody crowding over Areiq and barking at him

Mom and dad are very disappointed at Areiq, even the little 5 year old.

Coach Bro tries to explain to Areiq that he is a part of a team 

Areiq has a hard time realizing that he as a team that he can rely on

Areiq says sorry to everyone on the team and decides to be a team player

When halftime is over, Areiq starts off and passes the ball to Jay

Jay then scores and gives the team 22-38 because of Areiq’s assist.

The game keeps going and the score is 40-42

There is 58.7 seconds into the game

The team needs a 3-pointer shot to the championship game

Coach bro calls a timeout to plan out a play

Coach needs Kairo to be open because he is the best 3-point shooter.

Xavier to guard the strongest so he doesn’t get close to Kairo

Ali and Jay to be around the hoop if Kairo misses the shot 

Then at least score a tie and give an overtime for the game

And Coach Bro’s duty for Areiq is to pass it to Kairo

Areiq gets the ball and dribbles close to his team

With only now 20.6 seconds, Areiq looks for Kairo

Kairo is wide open, but Xavier has trouble guarding 
Then Xavier is pushed and the player gets to Kairo

Now with everyone being guarded, and only 10.3 seconds

Areiq is nervous, but Areiq goes to the 3 point line and score!

Areiq’s team win the championship game

The crowd goes to Areiq and pick him up

Everybody yells “Areiq, Areiq, Areiq!!!”

Till that day, Areiq remembered is that there is no I in team

Time became a flying bullet

Pushing pedals down with a passion

To reach a destination that awaits

The bike creaking at its joints

Being pushed to the limits 
Until reaching a final destination

A place where nature lives

Dismounting a worn, trusty ride

Trees become a bike rack

Through a trail that leads to a river

Finding a friend skipping some rocks

Water jumping on one another

Rushing to be the first out

Until getting shoved by rocks

A place where nature walks

Stepping up to a companion

Questions to kill boredom flowing out

Deciding to complete what he started

Grasping the rock like a cookie

Loading the throwing arm, flicking the wrist

Sending the stone past the creek 

Feeding the cookie to the beast 

A place where nature eats

Exploring the land beyond communities

Prancing from stepping stone to stepping stone

Avoiding water like a cat

Suddenly footing is lost to moss

Hoping to avoid getting water on shoes

Until gravity goes against me with a splash

Shoes inflating with grainy, murky water

A place where nature attacks

Soaked toes and damp socks

Weighing down my feet as I scramble to my bike

Up the winding trail to the trusty ride

Mounting my steed and taking off

Hoping that mud is very easy to clean off

Legs exploding while traversing uphill

Jumping off my ride once I arrive at home
A place where nature invades

Days pass as the mud gets crusty

Becoming a second sole for my shoes

Until finally the time comes to scrape it off

Grabbing a spade sitting on the cold, hard garage floor

Jabbing away at the layer covering my shoes

Slowly, piece by piece the layer chips off

Returning my shoes to the original state

A place where nature is defeated

He had no idea what is going on

Smiling and cracking up

 Having plan in my head

He was going to be dreading this

As I put the fake spider up

seeing in his eyes he was not ready

All the cold winds passing by

         Watching as I see it in his eyes

He should be ready for what is coming

I did it -- I am proud

Everything is just so loud

I have no regrets doing this

I thought this would be funny

But I was wrong for my doings

This was like trying to catch a roadrunner

This ended up not going so well

Hearing my father’s yell 

To tell me that my time was done

          Dumb, -- for trying this

Seeing my Father’s blood red eyes

Screaming  -- in terror 

I am, Deathly Scared 

Taking his breath away

He was Deathly Scary

                               

                     

His hands holding black and blue wires

In the kitchen he goes

Replacing wires with noodles

 Trying to cover it up 

 

“Mom” He yelled but she wasn’t home 

Whoosh he goes dashing into the room

With his mind running around thinking about what to do 

And then it hit him Right in the head  

He is going to put the wires in the socket in the lightly faded room

 

Knowing if he did this he would end up in a tomb

Body aching trying to figure out what happened

He found himself black and blue 

Him waking up to a furious face staring at him

Waking up in a bad mood

 

 

I wondered  who would leave their little sister in the crib

He did not know I knew what he did 

Nor did he know about me crying

whhile laying there observing him

And my mother yelling at him with his face black and blue

 

The day that happened was the best day of my life

I know I will sleep like a baby tonight 

He might as well played with a knife 

My mother was in serious strife

Knowing he will be grounded

Watching him beg my mother for another life.

I hear the cars outside zooming past

My dad walking up the stairs

I hear the slow foot steps

He opens the door

Tells me he understands why I did what I did

So, I go downstairs and apologize 

I hear the cars outside zooming past

My dad walking up the stairs

I hear the slow foot steps

He opens the door

Tells me he understands why I did what I did

So, I go downstairs and apologize 

I hear the cars outside zooming past

My dad walking up the stairs

I hear the slow foot steps

He opens the door

Tells me he understands why I did what I did

So, I go downstairs and apologize 

I hear the cars outside zooming past

My dad walking up the stairs

I hear the slow foot steps

He opens the door

Tells me he understands why I did what I did

So, I go downstairs and apologize 

Sounds of birds chirp and 

Chirp through the crisp air

A baby is pure as a white dove

Full of innocence and wonder

With an evil darkness slithering beneath the light

Two related but total opposites

One virtuous and one wicked

Lures the baby in the bathroom

Deceiving her with temptations and illusion 

Quietly sets her trap as a smile reveal on her face 

Confusion strikes in the victim’s mind 

Unaware of the black cloud above her head

Lock clicks as the door slams 

She dashes towards the exit

Knowing her life depends on it 

A tightness grows in her chest 

Walls are moving closer drying

Her out for its last breath

Frightening hallucinations become nightmares

Vile nightmares become reality  

Tears fall from her face 

Drowning in her sorrows and misery

Until a small glow emerge 

Opens the door as she strolls in

Its villainous side shows but within

The shadows, a loving heart lies inside

Rushes into her arms 

Tears of sadness dissolves as she finds comfort

Annihilate the darkness leaving nothing 

But ecstasy to heal the wound 

Guiltiness grows in the sister’s mind 

Knowing her consequences as she apologies 

Dad trudges slowly towards the cries

smile slowly transforms into a frown 

Visible destruction throughout the house

trust and dignity breaks into tiny pieces 

Only time will mend its pain

Anger afflicts towards the young woman

Responsible but full of despair  

   

giggling screeching of small kids

outside a four-squared window,

Smelling fresh aroma of burning incense

our kitchen counter became a chair

Craving thoughts of sustenance fill the air

observantly scanning our Food packed fridge...

last nights dinner…thinking maybe just a smidge

 

There it is...finally spotting it

snatching it out of the cold-storage box

The microwaves mouth opens wide

Receiving the aluminum

Wrapped chicken sandwich 

2:00
 It heats up

My heart then sleeps peacefully

 imagining the taste of my mouth watering

 chicken sandwich

 Looking at my reflection

From the glossy, back microwave,

Turning my back for a split second

And suddenly hearing the chaotic sounds of

Boom! spark! Crackle! Pop!

Doing a 360 back around

Seeing that my microwave has now exploded,

 Sudden words from my mother pop up in my head

“Don't forget to take the aluminum foil off of the sandwich Isabella”

In that moment

Rushing to clean the explosion up

Thinking about the consequences

Knowing

An I told you so...was going to occur

Time ticking slowly away like a snail

Every second is like a thousand years

Bored children waiting to take adventure

The possibilities jumping in and out of my brain

Until our neighbor’s ideamaker glows ‒ ding

Now his prank idea holds my attention 

Talking, planning, laughing, and more planning

Excitement builds as our ideas flow 

Racing to the store, grabbing, taking, buying

Scaly slimy shifty and gold, they fit inside a bowl

Or, in this case, two kiddie pools

The sun is gone and darkness surrounds our crew

Grabbing two blue circles that we fill with water 

That suddenly comes to life with movement and quick flashes of gold

My heart was running a marathon inside my chest

Fearing getting caught but not afraid enough to stop

Suddenly the quiet ghostly house is alive

At the sound of the doorbell ringing ding-donnnnggg

Then running for cover like a rat being chased by a hawk

The others stampeding behind me

Watching as the discovery is made

The door creaking 

Their faces shocked, their voices rising

Giggling not so quietly, laughter gives us away and 

While the night was fun, the expense of their pain

For my enjoyment was not right

Dealing with guilt and shame forever is the price I pay

Longing for a destiny to be free

Craving one last piece of cheese

Lying in the goldish yellow

Sticky hollow trap made for his kind

In grandma ma's house

Taking it from one place to another

To the fresh smell of flowers

The leaves having the best time ever

The sun so bright clouds run away

Bumpy rocks sheltering the ground

The wind caressing my face

Cutting it open to explore the insides

Smelling the stench of beans and candy

Seeing the insides wrapped like licorice

My heart crumbling like corn bread

As if it were burning

Seeing the cries people did

Gave my heart and tummy a tickle

Getting caught and thrown in jail

With no one else

Just blackness and darkness

 

Golden blonde hair 

A rosey smile 

I walk towards who hopefully will be mine

To ask a question

With only one answer in mind

I arrived at six 

Rivers of sweat through my body

I awkwardly talk to her dad

And we leave

Driving to our destination

Thinking about what to say

We sit down and ordered our dinner

I quickly start a conversation

H-h-hey I stuttered

Nervously shaking my drink

Dropping everything in my hands path.

My face grew red as I offered her my jacket

The drive home was as awkward as having two left feet

I dropped her back off at her house

A look of disappointment upon her face 

As she tossed me my jacket 

And escaped towards her house 

I dreaded getting up on monday

Having to face her at school

I opened the door and walked in 

Hopping not to run into her 

Lunch came, and she approached me,

We dished out are feelings

All seemed to be fine in the end

   

He was very very ample

Tripping on his heavy sword

Landing on his lord

Who was drinking from a gourde

The lord got a letter

From the ancient temple

A duel with both of the best warriors

They went out to the barriers

Where they would engage each other

Nervously sweating 

He approached uncertainly

Wet his lips braving his mind

Braving his mind

Mumbling like a fool

His eyes twitched a red

For he lunged with a fury of dread

For his brother was dead

Lying beneath his bed

He waits for his honor to remed

Slash--slash--slash--slash--slash

Riza fell to Val’s feet

The sword ripped through his chest

There was a fork on the road

For Val did not know which way to go

He went north to his home

To find his brother

For the lord’s shame poured out like smog

For his greatest warrior lie there with a sword of defeat

Which was an honorable feat

He said goodbye to his earthly life

And was buried with his grandfather's knife
Only darkness shined that day
the day was despair

Volleyball with my team 

Our knee pads up 

Sitting squared on our knees

Ready to return anything

that comes our way.

As my coach watches

I start to doubt myself 

Can I really do it 

Standing on the court

Mind flickering like a lightswitch,

 what do I do

The whistle is blown i stand

 there waiting-- what should i do

 how do i act. Waiting

 if feels like one-thousand years

 have past by as i wait patiently.

 The ball comes fast swooshing

 over the net right to me

 i hesitantly got towards the bal

l and pass the ball. It goes flying high

 in the sky as the setter chases off to get it.

 Realizing that i got my pass up

 i happily smile and jump around.

  

I turn to my coach and see

 her smiling as she gives me

 a big thumbs up. Smiling,

 i continue to play volleyball,

 getting up all my passes.

I had to trust myself 

as i went for the ball.

 I taught myself that practicing

 and believing that i can do

 it has helped me become a

 better volleyball player.    

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Could see the forgiveness in reach

Forgiveness will be my rush

Not a sound not even a creach

Able to go anywhere now, here to hang.

Making the air smell fine

With its bittersweet scent.

We headed outside 

To fix the boredom 

That was seeping into our bones.

We chose the game

That was an easy win to fame.

Hide and seek

Was the game that would help

Fix our broken joy. 

We ran for cover

My partner and I

Trying to find the place to hide,

Where no one would find us. 

Caleb suggests, “why not the car?”

Obvious but good so we take the chance.

Five minutes passed

Then ten

Then fifteen...

Alright what’s going on 

Thirty minutes later we are sweating to death 

In the trunk of car.

We choose to risk a peek 

To make sure we can keep our spot 

From their evil prying eyes.

We look around but hear no sound

Except for our names being called.

But not just the ones with the prying eyes 

But the parents as well. 

Then in comes a soothing breeze

Striking the back of our knees

Making us crumble with shock.

For standing above us

Was the one who would help.

He stared down at us as we explained

Why we were stuck in the trunk of his car.

When we thought he was mad 

He started to laugh

And promised that he would not tell.

Only the parents would he share the secret

Of where we were hiding so well.

5 minutes after he left

The ones with prying eyes came

And found where we were so cleverly hiding 

Their faces twisted in rage.

They screamed and yelled how worried they’d been

And how hard the had looked.

We got out of the car

And grabbed the bar 

To lower the lid of the trunk.

We tried to say sorry 

But oh good golly

They were so not in the mood.

They started to advanced and with only a glance

We broke into a run

With them on our tails.

So instead of hide and seek

It turned into tag.