Beside You In Time

25 October 2006- A poem I created for my freshman English class. Mrs. Reid wondered if I was interested in moving up to Honor English afterwords. I still cannot comprehend why.

The drums are my haven.
That’s what she said.
Hickory strikes each head,
Rumbling until the beat is dead.
Splinters pierce through my fingers
Winter Fresh wedged among each molar.
I snuffle a stench seeping out on the side
The scent tastes like syrup
Rubbing my nostrils.
Charlie Contreras in Spring Rock Park
Made a comical attempt to catch the baseball.
Not really, compared to the time he tripped on first base.
The sun shone brightly.
Deciduous trees continuously sculpt sunlight like a kaleidoscope.
Perfect for blacktop courts.
Where ally-oops and reverses prosper.
I’m lively at midnight.
When it’s time to party, we will party hard
Never should be recited without violent head banging.
The sharp arrows of love and odium
Stabbed us in the back.
We were sharp like table knives.
But summer bent us in half.
For he would be granted for every wish.
But Joe Dubs, overall,
Will rise above the rabbit hole,
And view the rational environment.
Train him to be a leader.
To fight for what is right.
Through conspiring corrupt immorality,
Until the fight is forgotten.
C’est la vie.
The clouds would say.
Over the deep vibrations of the wood,
Over the shriek from explosive steel,
Over and over again.