Down the stairs

Down the stairs

Just waking up,sleepiness
filling my eyes.Heading
out of my room of harmony
to eat and see my friends.
As I leave I trip on my beautiful
black and white husky with his
brown eye and blue eye closed.
I wake him up with a start
and I am flying about to
hit the stairs he runs under me
as I see horror of almost crashing.
Thanks to him, I made it down the
stairs safely.

--Jayden

Can't Be The Same

Oh how my life is never and
can't be the same as I
eat my lunch at one moment
and I"m riding my bike the next,so
nobody and nothing has the same
schedule without it being the same everyday.
nothing states that my schedule cant be different
and I don't need to be the same and i have
laughter in my life at least I don't have
to do what they want because this is my life
and i am the boss of myself.

How Silent Silence Can Be

It is 4:00 in the morning
and I cant hear anything,
or so I thought.I could
hear the wind in my ears
and I could hear
the stars rising.I was able
to hear every sound of the darkness.
I could hear the cat moving
slowly to catch his prey.I
was able to hear more sounds
than you could in the afternoon.
I could hear a blood-red cherry
blossoming,getting ready to fall
off it's tree.I was able
to hear the coyote howling in the west
and the cat purring in the
other room.Just then,I found out
how silent silence can be.I
found out that there was no
such thing as silence.There was always
sound even if there impossible to hear.

Without Words

Without words I couldn't tell
you my grandfather was on
the narrow grumbling about the buzzing-
stairs.You must remember the smell
of the pipe smoke whaling,yanking
our eyes from the sleepy blue.The
foot sorrow and summit song running
with the earth.You must remember
the sound of a love story injecting
venom and the radio blending
the curves and water the shape
of a sunburst being poured above
the trees.Remember the x-ray canvases
covering green skin and brown soap.
Remember the flutes off the the side
of a salt-lined cave and a ruby
and a pearl in a plain tree
no longer green underneath a cucumber
night melting into the pit.
A hairy scream even has a smile
in late spring.A scrape
of hangers under planted with roses.
But what I really want to say
is I'm leaving,going,gone