Poems
Saturday is good
The romans made Saturn God
Please do not smite me
In my world, there’s no pain.
Inside me I can’t feel lame””
I don’t want to be mean.
I want to dream beautiful themes””
When people put me down, I’ll stand tall.
Cause nothing can stop me.
Not at all!
I feel proud
I’ll stand tall
And say it Out Loud!
legs crawling, a deep colored shell shines
curling into itself, covering its weak spots
with its thick skin
It worries not what words hit it, but
What cuts through
Hundreds of legs tucked away, hidden from
Judgement
The centipede spirals, deeper and deeper
Into the void of
Itself
Everyday my headphones like to play music
on audio and Tik Tok.
It always talks about music.
In the afternoon it likes to play jazz music.
When we are together, we listen to music.
At night time it wants to charge.
My headphones make me feel chill and happy
when I’m driving.
Everyday my Echo Dot annoys me
by breaking down.
It always talks about my favorite books,
insulting all my choices.
In the afternoon it wants to play some
weird random music.
When we are together we always argue,
because it never soothes.
At night time it wants to beep and fall
off my bed. Losing the cable attached to it.
My Echo-Dot makes me super annoyed,
It acts like an eel.
Early on Sunday morning I feel like a picture frame,
when I hang on the wall with the one ability to
printed photos up.
In the afternoon, I’m a long thin rope when
I sit on the living sofa watching TV.
By evening I feel like an endless tunnel
when there is creativity in my mind
during mealtimes. At the end of Sunday
I’m a big two-toned spiral circle when I’m
about to go to bed at the late hours.