Poemskis.

I wrote these poems for my 9th grade English class.

I love you Mr. Dalton! i mean... yeah dude your a tight guy... i play football and stuff... just read the stupid poems!

(this first one is about a young kid that i saw one day eating lunch by himself.)

Autumn

The birth and death of a day, both there in his eyes.

His eyes like a black lake, never knowing what lies beneath.

All alone the last leaf of autumn about to fall.

He clings like that leaf to the tree.

Why not release his grip and join his brethren below?

For the landing scares him more than the fall.

This fear like a waking beast emerging from a long sleep.

Ripping at his insides it tries to get out.

But he keeps it back like a dog on a leash.

So he hangs, the last leaf of all, the last leaf to fall.

A place to hide

Sometimes as colorful as a rain washed sky,

But always as black as a starless night.

A house, their sanctuary from sin,

This place is to me what that house is to them.

A candle in a tempered sea, about to be snuffed,

As am i without this secret i can trust.

Records stacked high in this crowded old place,

But still half empty, nothing is erased.

When all is done a book to bind,

Where am I? But only my mind.