This is a selection of the poetry that I wrote for English class.

Boundaries of Existence
The roof of the world
touches the floor of the sky.
The earth sleeps below

The Giant Roaster in the Sky
The marshmallow cloud
drifts towards the fire of the sun.
Its surface turns a lovely golden brown.

Horse and Frog
I had a frog
from muddy bog.
I had a horse
from racing course.
The two were friends
until the end,
when to my ire,
the barn caught fire,
and turned it all
into a pyre.

Secret
An unfulfilled fantasy.
Forbidden. Secret.
The temptation lies so close,
yet still a lifetime away.
Everyday as I walk to the field or gym or pool,
I pass that temple of wonders.
It coaxes me to take a peek in the open door.
Was there ever anything so desirable
as the girl’s locker room?

The Thief
There was a thief.
He had a leaf,
and this he claimed was magic.

At night he’d creep,
and from window leap
into the dark of night.

The fall was long,
the wind was strong.
His death seemed certain fact.

When the air was spent
the leaf he sent
to the ground beneath him.

Into a pillow it did turn,
and so fate did he spurn,
to thieve another night.

Down the Road
I watched the farmer down the road.
His crops were grand from moment sowed.
He tended to them day and night.
His fields of green were quite the sight.

My spiteful eye turned to my own land.
T’was cold and bare and filled with sand.
The land was dense, I worked it not.
More plentiful acres I was intent on and sought.

And so one eve as the sun set down
I snuck down the road past my neighbor’s hounds.
As twilight turned to dark of night
I came upon my chosen site.

I watched the farmer and his wife
and wondered how to end his life.
But as I thought on more and more,
I realized this was quite the chore.

The chopping, hacking, and burying too,
there seemed much too much to do.
And so I left without a sound,
back across his fertile ground.

Cheese
The cheese was yellow
says this here fellow.
It has many holes,
like indented moles.
And so this is why,
when wet or dry,
he likes very much to eat it.

The Death of a Mouse
The calico cat
is a silent statue
in the rose of morning.