Nostalgia 
The pattering of paws 
on the glossy hardwood floor.
Autumn leaves welcoming a child 
as she goes outside.

A dad and his daughter 
flipping through an old storybook.
The comforting sound of a mom's voice 
in the darkest of times.

The splashing of waves 
the feel of salty water.
The pain of wind 
drying out eyes 
but never making them any less happy 
to be going so fast
on a boat so grand.

The smell of a garden in California with no sound 
other than the birds and the rustling of trees.
A girl waiting patiently 
as her grandma talks on the phone.

These are some things of nostalgia for me. 
These are some of my best memories.

Hating on Gibberish
The words that come out of my mouth.
They make perfect sense to me.
I say them with no hesitation.
I say them with confidence.
Yet people give me a look of disgust.
Even this is gibberish...in a way.
Now I'm just writing this to take my mind off of something.
So don't judge.
Don't hate on gibberish.

Don't Tell Anyone Cool
I like school.
Don't tell anyone cool.
I like english arts and chemistry.
I like history and maybe...
some algebra, too.
I enjoy my classes and electives.
So don't tell anyone cool
that I like school. 

Made Me Smile
Stepping off the bus.
My shoes meeting the ground once again.
Turn to the left.
Turn to the right.
I am here.

Through the doors.
Anxious to see my friends.
Always in the same place.
I know that most like my hugs.
I see more faces.

People turn and smile and wave.
Others just continue talking.
Then I see my friends.
Time for hugs!
I see more faces.

Some of my teachers.
Some of my friends.
Some of my mentors.
Some make me laugh.
None make me angry.

Stepping into the bus.
Buckling up.
Looking out the window.
My friends, and my teachers
Made me smile.

Over There

Where are you when I cry?

Where are you when I fall?

I look around.

Up and down.

Left and right.

But you are not here.

I will cry a little more to see if you come.

To see if you care.

I look around.

Up and down.

Left and right.

I do not see you there.

I look around.

One more time.

Up and down.

Left and right.

And over there.

I look behind me.

I see a shadow.

It does not belong to me.

There you are.

Over there.

Now just a memory.

Fading away.

 

Suggestions

Heyya guys! If any of you have any suggestions or casual requests for poems that you would like me to write, please comment below!!!

Dark Sunset

In the forest.

Damp and dark.

The Sun is blocked.

Birds stop singing.

In the forest.

Shadows take over.

It is a dark sunset.

It cannot be seen.