A little sister

Back than in my younger days I always felt unlucky.

When I was little I always wanted a little sister.
I just wanted a girl to play with me when I was bored
and do fun stuff together. I thought we would rarely get in fights
and we would always get along. Every night I thought about having
that little sister and think about the things we could do together.

One of my old friends when I was younger has two little sisters.
I thought she was the luckiest person in the world. Than once my
mom got pregnant, I was so happy. I thought I was finally going to have
a little sister. Guess what, my mom came home with my little brother, a
stinky old brother.

Now that I'm older I think about me having a little sister. Now I think that's
not what I wanted and I would consider having a little sister as unlucky. I now
like having a little brother, even though he can be annoying, obnoxious, and
way more, he can still be the nicest person in the world.

Now I always feel lucky.

Im so thankful

I have everything , I mean everything
from questions to answers, lies to the truth
I have a warming house on 51 Sycamore to keep me safe
I was given a life of secrets to spread around from country to country
I have paper to write on and erasers to erase
I have sunlight during day and darkness at night
I was given faith and love to care for my family
I have teachers to help me learn
I have eyes to see, legs to walk, arms to hold, ears to hear, a heart to be nice, and a brain to think I was told I can't fly and I'm okay with that
I have everything I mean everything.

Kills the rain

Sennsation of light
Kills the rain
Yelling all night.

Stars

Stars of
Intelligence
Loneliness strikes
Even when your happy
November the sad month for turkeys
Tangling ropes of spirals in the world.

Eventully

Silent nights are always creepy
Like in that moment in your bed your
Entire body stays still waiting
Eventully you wake happily, you
Peer into your mom and dad's room waiting for a good day.

My room

My room
A wild chaotic place, a safe place
were I always feel warm.
My room
A surrounding of green and
purple just as you walk in.
My room
A messy place that I
get told to clean but never do.
My room
A cozy place where I can
relax and do my homework.
My room
A great place to hide in a game
of hide and see.
My room
A place where you can think in peace.
My room
A world of wonder and secrets.
My room
A place I will never forget.

Sounds

I love the sound of fireworks crackling in the sky on 4th of July.
I love the sound of a pencil hitting the paper when your about to write.
I love the sound of a dry erase marker rubbing against a white board.
I love the sound of a sled hitting the snow on a steep hill.
I love the sound of the yell of my brother when he does not like the breakfast my mom makes on school day mornings.
I love the sound of the rustling when your hiding in a game of hide and seek.
I love the sound of the garbage truck waking me up at 6:45 am on Tuesday morning.
I love the sound of the crickets at night when I'm trying to fall asleep.
I love the sound of the cut of scissors when we are doing Factor Mania in math.
I love the sound of the silvery-blue ice cubes dropping into a glass of lemonade.

I have a warm feeling when I hear those sounds.