childhood memory peoms

Going to start Vollyeball

I remember watching the women’s beach volleyball game.

On T.V. it was the USA vs. China match I think

I was going to switch the channel

But then I realised that all the channels were on the Summer Olympics

So I decided to give it a chance

I quickly became enamoured by the game

I was cheering for the Team USA

I feel in awe at the moves each of the teams were making

Thinking they were cool

With that I decided that I wanted to be just like them

I asked my mom if I could play volleyball

This fed into my phase of the job I was going to have when I grew up

New York School Poem

I want some ramen to eat right now. It sounds like something that could help me write a poem. I wonder how a river can flow backwards so I looked it up one Youtube, because at least it might be there. What I find is that there are tons of videos of rivers flowing backwards. You learn something new every day. I am grateful that you are here Anya not talking to me or noticing me trying to figure out how to write a poem. I’m trying to understand half of the things people are saying but all off them are just going over my head. It’s like I am living in a bubble that I rarely come out of and when I do I want to retreat back into it. Right now listening to Life Afraid by Set It Off. It is a nice song that kind of talks about not letting people and regrets rule your life. I love listening to music because sometimes the songs just get to you and it’s like the song understands you. Ever have those dreams where you wake up but can never remember what exactly what you were dreaming about. But makes you try not to sleep so then you are doing everything possible to not sleep even though you know you have to get sleep.

Quote from homework poem

Each day we go about our business,

walking past each other, catching each other’s

eyes or not, about to speak or speaking.

talking about celebrities, jobs, school whatever else.

Everyday mainly following a routine.

Rarely going off the the same day to day things.

not noticing things that are beautiful by our standards.

But by Nature’s standards.

prose poem

Karma is a cruel master.

Karma makes sure you get what you deserve whether it is good or bad.

I think karma is kind of like luck, you can either have good or bad luck and most of the time it doesn’t even last that long.

Karma mainly comes for you when you have been bad or have been doind bad things and deals out you punishment.

Karma is kind of like balance, there always has to be balance everywhere even in the universe.

You can’t be too lucky or too unlucky for very long because balance has to happen unless you have been cursed.

Karma is kind of like Ying Yang.

Love poem

A ode for the things I love

Things I tend to do are 

for me. They are things and people that

 I will worry about.

I can’t complain for 

the friends I have now.

I am so grateful 

that they are my friends.

I am grateful for the friends

that I have left behind. 

I am forever thankful 

for the people who have 

affected me in my 

Existence. Those old teachers and 

classmates their names that I can’t 

Remember. I am especially thankful for my kindergarten

teacher Ms. Valentines, you were my

first favorite teacher that I have 

ever had. Things I tend to care

for and I am fond of being 

the dogs that have been in my growth.

Thank you for every person that 

I have met in my way in

the world.I want to thank

my mom for introducing 

me to books at a young age

and developing my appreciation 

for reading books.