My Poems:)

Judah G

Truth

Like a cruel master, I say you’re wrong
They are angry and hurt just like youth
I am confused as a child, don’t they see?
they are wrong and I show the truth

Can not they tell I am like a medic,
Here to help them through the sludge?
But my mentor explains no,
They feel like you judge

I bewail at my past doings,
Feeling as foolish as a juvenile.

Lack of Equality

Everyone should be equal
We are all so much alike
Colours matter in forms of art
Not in matters of who’s to die
But looking at what has passed
You could be mistaken
That if you are different
You must be reshaped

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My Beautiful Drive

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My colourful Drive
Beautiful diversity
My whole world since birth

Now I must leave it
I will lose my home and friend
A new world awaits

Quiet suburban streets
Only trees, birds breathe the air
This could be me too

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How Different the World Looks

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She had fared better,
Days and nights of sniping and snapping,
Overcrowded and unbearable living—
But the rains finally abate.

With a curious tilt of head,
A gentle change;
Sunny skies and fresher air,
She spots a small island.

The discovery of land,
Her family’s jubilation, laughing and crying,
A new sense of hope and peace;
How different the world looks.

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My words came from the book The World of Angles, by Gossamer Penwyche. The original text was a short retelling of the story Noah’s Ark from the doves perspective. I chose this text became I felt the symbolism of leaving anxiety and searching for the hope and peace that is yet to come.

A Trip

My fists feel like fighting
And my mouth needs to scream
I know I cannot stay here,
with civilization smothering me
I run, run, run. My lungs work and work
I feel my soaking sweat running
I peek at places as I run by
Freeing forests, shivering slopes, sunny seas
I feel my ribs relax and sigh
Freedom, peace, calm and beauty
I can return to cynical civilization now

My Sounds

Huh hoo haa huh hoo haa
Why, why is why also a lettah
Blah, blah, yah, blah, blah
Listen to me when I’m tacoing to you
Boo hooo hoooooo
I’m feeling very blue
Grump grr grr grump
Leave me alone, I’m grumping
Boom, boom, boom, boom
You always crash around

The Big Grey

The big, grey box
that makes and breaks minds, like mine, yet—
sometimes a mind energized by
loving the learning.

That big, grey box.
I’m small. I’m minuscule.
I can’t do it. Can I do it?
If I can’t do it, can I do the real world?

Oh you, big, grey beast of information!
My biggest frienenemy yet.
You bring up the blues, you make me feel alive.
Sometimes black, never white, always grey.

My Worldview

You are stubborn,
not seeing the other side.
You are like a youth,
trying to help
Yet not always sure how.
You are the wood in the walls
Unseen, but needed there.
I could not be without you,
But often I can’t see you.
But you are sturdy,
Never letting go.
Thank you. Curse you!
You are me and I am you,
My loving worldview.

The Early Morn’

Beep beep beep beep beep
Woken from my deep slumber,
I crash and stumble like a bear.
What to do wear is the question.
The real one is why do we care?
Obviously, we wear my pride,
my family name, and anxiety too.
Mmmu… hooouh. Mmmu… hooouh.
I can make it and I am making it!
Come my loving God,
We got work to do!
I grab the driest oats,
the ones that we left out.
My darling Mom, it is time to wake.
Grab my meds for my mind,
Gulping sweet water as I begin to brush.
Oh my, the crushing DI.
Tic toc, what’s the time. Oh!
Mmmu… hooouh. Mmmu… hooouh.
I can make it and I am making it!
A loving embrace and an X too,
Rushing out the threshold.
Mmmu… hooouh. Mmmu… hooouh
I can make it and I am making it!
Now, lets go make it.