Poems from Me in we project
Where I'm From
I am from playing soccer in the street from tamales, chilaquiles and tacos filled with meat I am from the German school from playing in the backyard and swimming in my homemade pool I am from sliding down hills and mountains from throwing coins into fountains I am from the people that daydream from cake and chocolate ice cream I am from Oktoberfest and from kids that hate to take tests I am from payless and vans and from riding huge minivans Right in my head I have a place A place to keep my memories Those memories are from where I'm from and where I'm from, is Amazing! |
Catching Fear
I sit on my old board Waiting for the perfect wave The wave that always proved me fearless Yet inside I don't know who I'm proving it to I see something in the distance A small portion of water getting bigger and closer I rapidly paddle towards the wave Getting close enough, I slowly turn my board I am paddling towards shore, when I turn and see the wave What seemed like a small wave had turned into a maverick Inside I'm overwhelmed with fear It's too late to let this wave pass "I can do this." I say, trying to convince myself Not realizing I was still paddling I feel the nose of my board leaning towards the ocean floor Not leaning back, I fall into the face of the shallow ocean floor The butt of my board brutally punches my stomach Trying to catch my breath, I attempt to swim to the surface But the wave crashes on top of me It strongly shoves me back into the bottom of the ocean I flip inside of the water The force of the wave is too much for me I fight my way up I can see the sky With one last struggle, I lift my head out of the water I feel the wind against my head I take deep, lovely breaths I once loved catching the biggest wave on the ocean |
The Best Gibberish
She stood there tall and proud My eyes wide open Her mouth forced a smile She led me inside The room was a quite mouse All around me I saw faces each face with a different look Looks of hatred Looks of tiredness But no looks of happiness Not a single smile The walls were all damped and gross The carpet filled with stains The desks broken and fixed with duct tape “This place must be horrible!” I thought to myself When suddenly, I caught a smile. It came from the back of the room Not a big smile, but quite there It belonged to a black haired guy With blue loose jeans and a comic t-shirt I sat down next to him. “Hey, my name is Mario.” he told me. At the time, I had no idea what he said I didn’t speak english All I understood was, “Mario.” But it was the best gibberish I heard that day. |