Mickey Mouse

Some people call it a madhouse

They say, “How can anyone enjoy this place?”

Everything is so expensive

The lines are so long, it is too hot

to be standing in lines for hours.

This place is not a vacation.

I don’t understand why some people

go crazy about this place called..

Disney World.

This place wasn’t a madhouse to me.

It was the exact opposite.

The lines were sometimes long,

but that’s where you planned out your day.

Decisions for the next ride, dinner plans, and

the game plan for the night were all made

standing in line, anticipating the loops and corkscrews of the coaster.

You can’t change the weather, so you

learn to adjust. You bring the

tiny misty fan that it just enough to

keep you cool.

You wear clothes with the lightest hue

of grey. If you wear any black, then it is

your own fault.

Disney World was paradise to me.

I couldn’t wait to get every picture

with each princess, no matter how long the lines were,

I needed to meet every single one.

The rides were worth the wait.

The thrill at the top of the coaster

made me feel like I was on top of the world.

This place would always be my favorite vacation spot.

Windows

The sun’s golden rays of warmth melt the

crystalline orbs of concrete, compact, brown
into a shimmering butterscotch hazel,
with a smooth cocoa brown undertone.

Those irises bear more than pigmentation.
Allowing me to peer deep, and
watch the liquids of emotions
ripple up to the surface.

His eyes whisper secrets to mine.
Leaving me lost in the reflections
of his soul while refracting my own light
back into my own pupils.

Where you see average genetics, I see
the renowned magnificence of
the universe of a man.

Palmam Qui Meruit Ferat (honor to one who earns it)

Honor to one who earns it –

one who works hard and deserves it

never give up,

but think smarter,

never omit,

mental toolkit,

simply the life of a knight

in all forms of life

we choose right and fight-

for what we believe in.

We come to the castle

where it’s a climb up a hill

every time, but that’s no obstacle

we're Knights.

Our castles sit on our fingers

to forever show where we came from,

acknowledge our prestigious learning environment. 

As Knights we strive to change the world

using the tools taught by the kingdom’s educators.

What more could a high school provide?

Pay Now, Play Later

“This won’t be a walk in the park.”

My parents said this to me countless times.

You can either make a dime working your butt off

or be the deciding factor to save someone.

You can either pay or play.

Your future is up to you, Ashley.

Four years of high school

will decide what college you get into.

Make sure you take multiple languages.

Make sure you play sports and participate in clubs.

Make sure there is nothing stupid on social media.

Make sure you GPA is outstanding.

Make sure you succeed.

Education is key.

You have to start from the bottom

to realize how hard everyone works.

You might just be a nursing assistant,

but you mean the world to your residents.

Learn to listen to their stories,

their stories will open your eyes to what

the world once was.

Learn that you can truly make a difference

in someone’s life.

Experience is Key.

Being a nurse isn’t just a job.

It’s a life long career that requires

hard work, determination, and most

importantly compassion.

Pay Now, Play Later.

One day, you may be the deciding factor.  

Silly poem about my mother

Ultimate Fan

Deep blue acrylic nails. The sign of passion
… or obsession depending on perspective.
Blue handbag, the same shade. Coated with
silver signatures, numbers, and
that one lone star.

Her woman cave, the walls of course,
adorned with blue. And random blue artifacts
scattered about the room.

On top the fireplace mantle, a crazy woman with
Blue shirt, blue shoes, blue hat, and beaming smile,
standing next to the white sign with blue letters,
“We Hate The Redskins”.

Next to that, a proud—still crazy—woman
with another blue shirt and blue shoes. Hands
with blue acrylic nails holding up five fingers
blessed with five Superbowl rings.

Soon the sounds her screaming and shouting. Clapping
her hands and rumbling the floor with her feet.
“Goooo Babyy Goooo!! Run Run Run!! TOUCHHDOWNNN!”
Pretty sure even with the windows closed, you could hear her
half way down the damn street.

Larger than life surround sound thundering through the house.
Shaking the walls. Rocking the small blue salt and pepper shakers,
(never been used). On display with cups, oven mitts, and pot holders
That all have that same blue hue.

“Mom, you’re never not wearin’ blue”
“That’s right baby! Gotta represent my Cowboy pride 365!”

In our house, it’s football season all year round.

Oh The Ground

The ground changes more than you and I

It can be painted with delicate dandelions and sightly sunflowers

Even with tons of towering trees

It can be veiled with sand or large lawns of grass

Or hidden by concrete

It supports us silently, so discrete

The ground can be drenched from the falling showers

Or masked with mud

The ground is wrecked and battered by human imprints

It’s unrecognizable and concealed by construction

But it can still grow those delicate dandelions and sightly sunflowers-

without mankind’s instruction

The ground

Oh the ground

It’s magical how it works

Abandoned

It’s a baby crying in the van.

What happened to the young child?

No one knows.

Will it live?

Will it ever give?

Oh the poor child-

left in the van.

The parents ran away

said they’d be back some day

- but lied

Now the baby's crying in the van.

How can it grow?

How will it know?

Never protected

it should be assumed

that the parents…

the parents

should be arrested-

but instead they were set free

and the baby’s in the van- a black Cherokee.

Will it live?

Will it ever give?

Oh the poor child-

left in the van --- It gave.