This world is so huge

And we are so insignificant

But we cannot know we’re not tall

we’re bigger when we don’t know we’re small

When we know we are this small,

And forget that we’re not to tall

We begin to stop caring, trying, begin to fall

we’re bigger when we don’t know we’re small

We need someone to make us remember

That we are tall, all the time, jan-December

We laugh, we sing, we walk w...

This world is so huge

And we are so insignificant

But we cannot know we’re not tall

we’re bigger when we don’t know we’re small

When we know we are this small,

And forget that we’re not to tall

We begin to stop caring, trying, begin to fall

we’re bigger when we don’t know we’re small

We need someone to make us remember

That we are tall, all the time, jan-December

We laugh, we sing, we walk w...

This world is so huge

And we are so insignificant

But we cannot know we’re not tall

we’re bigger when we don’t know we’re small

When we know we are this small,

And forget that we’re not to tall

We begin to stop caring, trying, begin to fall

we’re bigger when we don’t know we’re small

We need someone to make us remember

That we are tall, all the time, jan-December

We laugh, we sing, we walk w...

SEPTEMBER 26,2021

PROMPT: teacher gives class a different type of assignment

LEARN TO LIVE WITH A CONSTANT IN CHANGE.

“class, today we have a little something different planned“ Mrs. Marvel said as we walked into the room. I could see that our papers weren’t on our desks for us to do or do you know today, I could also see that we had no pencils and nothing was wiped down, hence there was real...

SEPTEMBER 25, 2021

Doesn’t feel like I’m leaving much

Everyone has a home, everyone has a crib from their first night of sleep, everyone has a blanket that they cuddled as a baby, everyone has a home that they grew up in. 42 Washingtonville Ave. is what you call that for me, it’s where My crib for my first night of sleep is, it’s where my blanket that I cuddled as a baby is, it’s where I grew up...

It was thick in the air

There was no more to say,

the silence was just all too rare,

at 6 o’clock in the evening on a Monday.

There was no yelling,

no stress, no loneliness, no debt,

it was my horse and I,time was only telling,

the pink, yellow blur, leading to the clouds, that right there was it my very own sunset.

So now when there is yelling,

stress, loneliness, and debt,

all I need t...