Somewhere

I want to escape;
Leave this place,
And embark on an
Audacious journey.

I want to go
Somewhere serene;
Where love is felt in profusion.

I want to go to a place
Where the people are prudent
And don’t rebuke
you for being you.

I can depict that somewhere;
That place I want to be,
It’s perfect, but
Too good to be true.

I know I’m stuck
In a world full of
Slovenly and lackadaisical people,
But I just
Don’t want to believe it.

My Sister

The pitter-patter of feet
Hitting the stone cold floor
Echoes through the house.

I immediately know whose feet they belong to.
Someone who is,
Innocent-looking,
Absolutely adorable,
And whose voice is always sweet.

Her hair, light brown,
Like polished wood.
Her eyebrows, unbelievable,
As if they’ve been painted.
Her eyes, bright blue,
Like the ocean.
Her cheeks, light pink,
Like a rose.
Her lips, thin but perfect,
Like a model’s.

She’s funny,
Like a comedian.
She never stops smiling,
Like a clown,
She’s athletic,
Like an athlete,
She’s dedicated,
Like me.

Her name:
Anastasia
It’s simple, yet elegant.
And she’s supposivley my cousin,
but she's my sister for sure.

Dad Drives me to School

Because I beg him
To drive me.
I’m sitting in the Acura,
Tired and dreading school,
As usual.

I have a math test,
Third period, and wish,
It was on Monday,
As usual.

Dad is driving,
I’m in the passenger seat.
WE talk about
Schoolwork or current events,
As usual.

We pass,
The canal,
We look and admire it,
Try to point out any
Cruise ships,
As usual.

We stop
In front of the school,
I open the back door,
To get my things,
And my foot was in the wrong place,
At the wrong time.

He had accidentally,
Put his foot on the accelerator,
And out of nowhere,
I cried out.
He had run over my foot.

I hold back tears,
Say goodbye, and
Walk into school,
As usual.