Poems from the heart. E-Book

Maya Shelton

• Herausgeber: BookRix
• Kategorie: Poesie und Drama
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2015

Beschreibung

This book is a collection of poems that have accumulated over the years. I've been writing since I was seven years old, and rather than gettingrid of my earlier works, I've decied to put them together and publish them. Sincerely, Maya S.

Leseprobe

Maya Shelton

Poems from the heart.

A book of poems.

BookRix GmbH & Co. KG81371 Munich

The Middle School Years...

The game of love.

I thought my soul would soar, I thought it would rise above the rest, but instead it lies heavy like a rock in my chest.

You said you needed me , you said you cared, but you left me hanging, your words were empty air.And now I’m falling, and it’s all thanks to you, next

time, find someone else to drag down with you.

And to your promises of sweet words and a tender caress, I say I don’t need them, or you, I can’t take you anymore.

So goodbye, and good riddance,

because all your talk of “ hey baby I want you back, “ and “ I didn’t mean it “ well, you can “hey baby” your sorry butt on outta here.

Because all this talk of cloud nine is pure NONSENSE,

because once you get there, you’ll just find yourself falling past clouds 8,7,6,5,4,3,2,and 1,

and once you’ve gone through that whole process, you’ll find yourself broken beyond repair.

So just don’t start in the first place.

That’s the only way to win the game.

The Bully.

Tall, gruff, and mean as he walks down the hall.

He looks at you with a stare that makes your blood turn cold.

He makes you feel small when he looms as a large, leering mass, towering over you.

Fists like barrels, feet like anvils, slow as a freight train, shuffling down the hall.

The coarse tone he uses when he speaks is all but nice.

He is a bully.

He lets his fist do the talking, and when you tell, they make fun of you even more.

So stand up to them,

don’t let them run your life.

A Middle School Point of View.

Middle school is laughter,

giggling with friends in between classes and as you pass their locker.

Middle school is passing notes in the middle of class

and hiding them as the teacher walks by.

Middle school is where you create

friendships that last forever.

Middle school is where that wonderful first kiss

happens, leaning against his locker.

Middle school is Middle school,

a time unforgotten.

Never forget elementary.

Elementary school, where giggles and laughs were first had.

Where little boys taunt little girls about cooties and puppy dog tails.

Never forget elementary, the beginning of it all.

I’ve moved up and on now,

but please know that

I won’t forget.

The cafeteria.

In the cafeteria, war cries ring out.

Cries of “FOOD FIGHT” hang in the air. Kids duck,

run, and scream, for the fun has begun.

Spaghetti, apple pie, and mystery meat go flying through the air. running, screaming kids everywhere.

Good vs Evil.

Inside all of us, there is a war, a war of good vs evil.

For now, good prevails, but I can FEEL THE EVIL, sitting quietly, patiently, angrily, waiting for the opportunity to strike.

And when the steely fangs of Evil are poised, polished, and positioned to strike and bear down on the neck of good.

And when that day comes,