by miguel marquez
Another round of Billiards begins,
Balls 1-12 are all lined up in a triangle,
While the Cue Ball sits in place.
It's purpose is freedom,
Some say if you get all the balls in the hole,
You will be free.
The player shoots the ball,
Cue knocks out one and five,
And Cue knocks out 7,6,& 4,
3,3,9, all down into the hole.
10,11,12, when does it end?
Finally, the biggest foe arrives.
Cue shoots at 8, and down to the hole it goes.
Victory goes for Cue, but ended up falling into the hole with everyone else,
The ball is trapped forever,
Will it ever be free? Only time will tell.
There was a boy and a girl,
They were on the autism spectrum,
They fell in love with each other,
And they had a dream.
They dream of having a house,
They dream of cuddling,
They dream of kissing all night,
They dream of loving together forever.
The boy dreams of the girl,
The girl dreams of the boy,
Every day, they wish that their hopes and dreams would come true,
They will do anything to achieve their dreams.
by leah edwards
here for you
by miguel marquez
When the world is cold, and no one else is there
I'm here for you, my friend to show that I care
I'll be your rock through dark and light
I'll be here for you, with all my might
When tears come, and the sadness deepens
I'll be here for you, to free you from your stress
No matter the worry, no concern the strife
I'll be here for you, throughout your life
When the future's uncertain, and your path is unclear
I'm here for you, to lend an ear
I'll listen to you, and understand your pain
And be here for you, again and again
When the storms of life, their course runs wild
I'm here for you, like a loyal child
To give you strength, and rally your spirit
I'm here for you, no matter what
So when the world is cold, and no one else is there
I'm here for you, my friend, to show you that I care.
Lennon Willow, a strange young thing
Her heart is a dark Gothic ring
In her eyes, the shadows cling
As she dreams of being Poe's next kin.
Her dress was black, her hair a mess
Her thoughts were consumed by Poe's distress
Of lost loves and untimely deaths
And tales of haunted, ghostly breaths.
She walks the halls with a macabre grace
In her hands, a book with a solemn face
Whispering lines with a somber pace
Her soul yearned for a darker space.
Lennon Willow, a girl apart
Her words are a piercing work of art
With a pen, she paints a troubled heart
And conjures worlds of melancholy start.
In her mind, she dwells in a world of gloom
Where the sun is scarce, and the moon is her room
She seeks to be like Poe, with his haunted tomb
And find a way to make the darkness bloom.
Oh, Lennon Willow, you're a mystery to behold
With a soul that's ancient, and a heart that's bold
You see the world through a different mold
And your words will be your legacy, untold.