Poerty

I picked up my cup

Expecting cranberry juice

But it is empty

The sun is an opp

When it is too bright outside

Sunglasses save me

Many drops of rain

Soon they will evaporate

Leaving a nice scent

Tines and Cannoli

Bring so much joy to my life

I love them so much

Five layer wafer

"Where do Knoppers come from, mom?"

"They come from Aldi"

My four-tined besties

They help me eat many foods

'Specially ice cream

Sonnet 24

Today is my last competition here

In the band room I cry lots which is rare

Hearing ‘I Believe’ sheds many a tear

This is the last day with this band I share

We’re riding on the silent band bus there

Arriving in [a high school] nervous

Adjusting to the new different air

We’re wearing spa shirts, not allowed to cuss

Tonight see [rival school] who won’t beat us

I see my boutonniere and feel emotions

Wearing my uniform, feeling famous

I march not missing any directions

Then, after we won, with relief I sighed

I wear the medal with the utmost pride.

2124 Who are you reading curiously this poem of mine a hundred years from now Shall I be able to send you a text? Straining your eyes after you’ve the whole day looking at a screen only communicating through your phone. Do you still have real connections? Can I share a real laugh with you? Have you experienced the thrill of a live concert? Do you still appreciate art a hundred years from now? Does your car drive itself? Do you still worry about homework, spending hours studying or does ChatGPT do everything for you? Are you worried about finding a job that won’t be taken by AI to pay for expensive housing? Is anything real a hundred years in the future? Do you still celebrate your birthday? Do you still taste and feel the texture of real food? Do diseases and death still affect everyone and separate loved ones? Are there microchips in everyone’s bodies a hundred years from today? Imagine taking a walk in nature, seeing the stars in the sky, breathing the fresh air. Have you ever swam in the ocean? Has trash destroyed the wildlife? Do people still live on the third planet? Is anything remembered from my home from a hundred years ago?

I Hear the Grave Singing

I hear the grave singing, placed in a spider’s past home

A spider who suddenly lost its life, a victim of my dad

Others may have seen as unimportant, a fear even

But it was my comfort

The one who always listened and knew me the most

The one who posed no threat as it never ventured more than a hand’s length away from the corner

There lies a grave crafted of paper, engraved by pencil, held together by tape

The red rose is not real, it is only thread

Now everytime I glance in the corner, instead of seeing a friend, there is only a grim reminder

I Love Uranus

Uranus is beuatiful and big

It's high in the sky where anyone can see it

Uranus is full of gas

If you like it then you should put a ring on it

And you did

I like to poop

Pooping is fun

It makes me exited

When I poop

My mom kiled my dad

My dad died

My sister was sad

She always cried

I have no friends

I am sad

I'll die alone

the end :)

My nose is on my butt I hate it because when I fart, I smell it more. If I want to plug my nose, I have to grab my butt and that looks weird When I poop, I get that crap all up my nose

I once had to sneeze

it caused a big breeze

that pushed someone off a cliff

My favorite meal is lunch,

i eat a bunch

im really fat now

One night we heard a very loud knock,

there was a psycopathic murderer at the door

I threw him to the floor