Mr. Barr's 5-7th Grade OST Twain
Purple and pink are my dreams.
There’s unicorns singing my song.
I count my sheep. My friends wake me up and it was a purple color.
People look up and people looking down. It was the pink and purple milky way. It was my dream.
Me reading a book, the book was hugging me. It felt like my puppy.
It’s a dream.
My dreams are to see the stars with Arely.
I hope they come true.
I want to go to college and the will be Purdue.
Though my dreams complete myself,
I see the Milky Way so beautiful.
My dad never went, but when I go
I will take him.
Those are my dreams.
Something no one ever talks about
An emotion always thrown out
Art.
A feeling so tart
Almost always thrown out
A cancelled out noise
It brings poise.
Through the veins of my shallow heart
A color blocked out
I imagine feeling every emotion like this.
Every color combined to create black.
That’s what art is.
It’s ugly, bland.
It’s a lacing in my drink
Because it really makes you think
“Am I bad?”
‘Cept there’s no answer for that
Because I believe morality is also art.
All of our problems stem from art
It radiates back at you
Because we are art.
We are bitter.
We are our own lacing in our drinks
We make ourselves think
It’ll make you think back
It’ll make you feel black.
Because I am color blocked out
The messy desk
And the feeling so start
A feeling so tart