These are a compilation of poems that Alec wrote in 8th grade English.
This book of poems is dedicated to my mother. She is the one who pushed me to think creatively and to take more challenges. She also told me to never stop trying. ~ Love Alec
A Lost Day At School
School is like a waiting room
You watch the clock as if it will jump out at you
Then the very next day as if you went through a time machine
It’s exactly the same
You awake at night watching the clock as if the alarm will go off at any minute
School is like a waiting room
You wait and wait till finally you are called in.
Friends
Friends are the people who you most care about
They are the kind of friends that would stay home with you
If you were sick
They are the kind of people who like the same things as you
They are the people who watch your back
And would take a bullet for you
These are the kind of friends that you will keep for
Your entire life.
Gigantic Blue Open Field
She is the oldest living thing alive
We use her resources for our won gain
She is one with nature
And once she releases her wrath
There is much destruction
She is not mother nature her self
But she does contain her as well.
Growing Up
The start of life is at birth
Where lies in your hands a small child
You hold the future of the next generation
In the palm of your own hands
The very next moment you’re at your babies graduation
Remembering every single moment
The good and the bad
While laughing through the tears
Then what seems almost only a day
Your small child had just reached
The top of their career
Then finally when you are gone
Your baby that you had once held in your hands
Just died
This is where life ends.
Lizzie
I once saw a girl who made me want to hurl
She walks like a cow and her breath was very fowl
She had acne on her back and if she bends over an earthquake rumbles
She looks like a monk and smells like a skunk
Her name is Lizzie and her hair is quite frizzy
She once choked on a fry because her throat was very dry
She is very bony and she is also very lonely
She wears an eye patch and her wardrobe does not match
Her teeth are very yellow and she likes this one fellow
Once I realized, I became paralyzed
For this one fellow is very shallow and it is I, Ty.
Lost Memory
I am the marker and I have seen many people pass me by
I am the color of used charcoal
I am also marked with a label
But I am not the death sentence
I also hold a precious memory.
My Best Friend
He is with me almost every second of the day
His breath is warm on the skin of my arm
He wines for attention and begs for more food
His smooth, glossy black fur that covers his entire body
When he zooms by is like the night sky
He is my best friend
He is part of my family.
The Girl In My Class
Every day I pass her by
My mouth gets dry and I can barely talk
My heart beats faster and I feel like it will tear through my chest
I start to lock up
Then I hear her voice
I try to relax until I look into her eyes
Then I realize that it seems
Time starts to slowly creep to a screeching halt
As if someone had pressed the pause button
On the story of my life
Then time slowly refreshes it’s energy
It was as if she and I were the only objects
That contained matter and everyone just simply
Dissembled into thin air.
The Sense Of Christmas
Green pine needles falling off the tree
Tinsel sparkling in the morning sun light
A glaring fire that crackles in the background
Dogs barking at the powdery snow that falls
From the glistening sky
The slowly moving scent of cinnamon flowing through the air.
The True Meaning Of Memories
Memories are implanted images
That can overflowed with emotion
They are what helps create our inner human gene
They can have lasting sentimental value
More precious than any amount of money
Memories are crammed with colorful details
And are the cheerful places that our mind is free to unwind
But without memories
Life would have no emotion, no resting areas for our minds
And with that
Memories are what make us humans
Human.
Unforgotten Town
The pickle colored grass swayed with the wind
Houses glisten in the light of the day
Trees try to measure up to the roof tops of the houses
Lizards creep through the sparkling cement driveways
And the smell of the fresh water and newly mowed grass
This is how a fading dream would look like.
Lisa
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