Ms. Widman High School Creative Writing

See: a nice view of bird, of guilds, showing animals
kindness who struggle to receive food like us.
I want to touch the cloud to the skies. Something I want
to understand, but keep hearing death is coming at me.
See: the future outcome.
Don’t mind me. See: myself, I died–neither losing myself,
talking negative vibes, being alone, letting the outcome
do his thing, his nature. See: how I am being alone, sitting at a desk in any place.
No matter what warpath I go on, or I go to, see: there will always be death
coming at me.

Wake up in a tree,
hop on my T-rex
riding in the breeze.
Jungle Mama is here!
Get my lion and go fishing.
Something seems to be missing.
Grab my friend, Emma,
who’s under my umbrella.
Sun slowly fades.
We laugh in the parade
then hop on our octopus
and slither on away.
Wait, but Emma has donkey legs!