Poem 4

Mushroom Goop

the slimy texture
inside my mouth

the bitter taste
assailing my tastebuds

i want to spit it out
but i'm being watched

so i take another bite
of the caserole on my plate

the smell makes me
want to vomit

yet i keep eating
to make sure i don't get slapped

every bit it seems
come back up

still i eat and eat
the mushroom goop

Poem 3

Clothes

We wear them everyday
They can teach us
alot about a person.
But not enough.
Because one day you
may meet a person.
Who knows if they are wearing
sweats becaus it's a
bad day or it's their
everyday apparel.

Yet so many people judge
others on their clothing.
They notice the
brand names
or the cheap Walmart brand.

It's all about the clothes.

Poem 2

A Moment

The red mountains stand aflame.
It's the time of day
when nothing is quite sure
The sun appears on
the horizon. The
day is not yet finished
nor the night arrived.
It lasts for a just a
moment. While it
lasts the beauty stands
unsurpassable. It's my
favorite time of day when
the red mountains stand aflame.

Poem 1

Dad and Celine

I bought my first CD
not knowing my dad liked it too.

Since then many a drive
we've listened to her songs.

Celine Dion. The Power of Love.
If Walls Could Talk.

Her music brings back the memories
of late night drives

the dark trees line the
pavement. Yet I feel

Safe. I know that my
Dad is there next to me.

It's All Coming Back to Me Now
the music. my dad.