BreatheMy chest hurts, about to explode.My breath comes fast,I need toBreathe, breathe.Oh, if only you were here to feel...And my pulse quickens rightBack up again.Breathe, breathe.I can't think;My brain doesn't functionWhen you're staring at me.Breathe, breathe.Trying to do chemistryUnder your glance,MaVa = MbVb isn't so easy.Breathe, breathe.This might be an issue,What am I going to do?I think I just need toBreathe, breathe.I feel so nervous, But I can actuallyBreathe, breatheWhen I'm around you.
HappilyWords tumble out,heart beating fast.Hands ticklingpush downwards,static touches.Sit and stare,still laughing.Smiles stickhappilystick smiles.Laughing still,stare and sit:touches static.Downwards pushtickling hands.Fast beating heart,out tumble words.
The Train poem by ChristianI DID NOT WRITE THIS, MY BROTHER DID.C:The train hummed when its wheelsWent over the tracksThe whistle screamed through the airGiving a warning to all aheadThe cars sometimes jumped on the tracksAs if spooked by somethingIt rocked back and forthAs if cradling all insideThe cargo stumbledThroughout its bellyAs if dancing toSome sort of beatIt would spring forwardAs if to catch itselfFrom trippingBut stay on its feetWith its headlights like eyesGlaring throughout the darknessAnd all would feel safeKnowing nothing is in their wayAnd would soon fall asleepTo the low rocking beatBy: Christian B.
The Ocean poem by ChristianI DID NOT WRITE THIS, MY BROTHER DID.C:The red sun setting below the tinted oceanWhite waves crashing at your feetThe fishy smell of the ocean watersAnd the shells on the shoreThe soft sand forming around youAs you lie down in the shallowsThe soft ocean breezeBlowing across your faceThen it happensThe sun goes downWith its last flickers of fireAnd the darkness engulfs youThe breeze turns into a chilling windAnd the water turns coldWhile all the scents ceaseThe sand is hard under your feetAs you leave the beach aloneBy: Christian B.
The Storm poem by ChristianI DID NOT WRITE THIS, MY BROTHER DID.C:With a low rumbleThe storm rolled inThe clouds were as dark asThe sky behind themThey floated there mocking youThat there is nothing you can doThen the rain on the roofWas like the beating of a drumThen the wind was like a trainWith its whistle and its forcesThe thunder as loud as a bombAnd the lightning as bright as the sunWhen the power goes outIt is as dark as the nightThen when it is all said and done theSun pokes out for a little surpriseBy: Christian B.
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