My Story Book Life


I am like a story book,
you'll never truly know what will come next,
where genres come and go like the wind,
where i'm moody and shy or halfway up into the sky,
you'll never know my ending,
maybe there's a surprise,
you must read me page by page,
and watch me grow,
age by age

Shoes of a Child

My life began and ended with a lonesome appearance. It wasn’t a very long existence considering I was deceased at the age of seventeen, but what could a clumsy kid from Ohio expect from war?
Speaking of life, mine truly started five days ago. I leisurely lifted my head off my fluffed pillow at preferably six thirty in the morning. Getting myself situated for school hours I kneeled over my bed reaching for my shoes. Gray, flimsy and uncontrollably dirty I revealed my converse placing them on toe by toe. They weren’t particularly well fitted or well mannered, but they were comfortable and suitable for my taste, considering that I’m a clumsy dunce.
“Ring ring!” A loud sound infiltrated the school yard like a rock concert, signaling first period. I walked slowly with a notebook in my grasp. Ironically, my notebook was old and dirt filled as well. Suddenly, my foot swiveled over the other as I strutted and fell onto my hands. Embarrassed, I looked up to gaze upon the prettiest and most popular girl in school. It was then when a spark combusted like a chemical reaction signaling that my life had finally commenced. She sat on a railing parallel to the second floor of the school. With haste I stood continuing to stare until a student with a skateboard under his feet dashed by like a car speeding on the highway. With a glimpse I noticed his large, wide and skull embedded shoes and then noticed a sight that made my skin cold and my legs tremble. As the skater whipped passed the girl insanely resting on the railing, she had maneuvered herself backward and unfortunately fell. She was headed for her doom, but instead of being the first death in Ohio High, I had caught her. She had fallen straight into my arms. Her face glowed as she opened her eyes and bestowed her vision upon my face. I had saved her very existence and for that she was very grateful. She thanked me several times, but I only stumbled and stuttered on my very short replies. She gave me a tight hug and even a kiss on the cheek and suddenly everyone knew my name. I walked down the hall to hear many conversations. I had passed one of the nosiest gossipers in the school as she talked to her friend in whispers. I peeked and noticed her dark black shoes that seemed to be a good pick for a spy.
“Hey did you hear about Jared and Connie?” she asked her friend secretively.

“Jared Robinson?” the friend questioned in a soft voice.

“That’s right, Jared Cornelius Robinson…the knight in shinning armor.”

It was different being popular. Everyone tried to talk to me including a few jocks who oddly invited me to their baseball game. The day ended hastily as I sat on my bed tired with a pen and my precious notebook. I quickly fell asleep waiting for the next day, hoping my new life would continue to prosper.
“Buzz buzz!” a familiar sound woke me up and I hoped out of bed. Reaching under my bed, I passed my gray converse and I pulled out my fairly new black low top chucks suitable for someone popular.
I walked into biology and was greeted by half the class. I sat with a small smile almost a grin and listened to the teacher flabbergast the period away. As his voiced seemed to dwindle I looked to my left and allowed myself to take a glimpse that seemed to last a life time. As I gazed like a hunter with his finger on the trigger aiming at a deer five feet away, I shifted my eyes down Connie’s smooth legs only to view her bright red footwear. They were slim and captured such a beauty with its narrow heel.
“Ring ring!” my star gazing ended and I quickly left the room. Pulling into journalism, I reached for my notebook. My hand like a thieving marauder searched my book bag, but found nothing as I realized I had left in the previous classroom. I ran with haste back to biology class and with high hopes that it would still be lying on the desk I left it on, but had no luck. My precious notebook was gone. After deciding that I had to pull myself together, I went about the rest of the day enduring the absence of my book. By the time school was over, I had got passed the lonely emotions and curiosity. It helped that the many people who now talked to me kept me occupied.
“Throw the ball already!” a jock on the field called out like a dictator. Everyone, and I mean everyone. was at the game cheering the team on and it was only a scrimmage. Our team, the Ohio Highers, played exceptionally well. I sat in the dugout as the player suggested that I’d play an inning.
“What size kid?” called out a junior.
“Umm…Ten” I had said uncomfortably, hoping my feet weren’t too big or too small. The guy passed me a pair of cleats and I picked up a bat.
“Swoosh!” the first ball flew by.

“Strike!” the umpire called out on the second pitch.

“Crack!” the ball maneuvered its way to the center of my bat and then to far center field. I ran with my black cleats that had stripes of white that made it seem as though I was running very fast. The silver spiked cleats dug into the ground and kicked out immense amounts of sand. It was like visiting the Sahara on a windy day as I turned into third. I saw the baseman reach for the incoming ball, but as a grin spread over my lips he missed the ball and I headed for home. Sliding between the catchers leg I was safe and cheers filled the area. I had lots of fun and felt great, but then felt even better when I walked up to Connie and surprisingly she had my notebook.
“You were amazing out there!” she said as she handed me the book.
“Th-th-thanks,” I stuttered.

“Yeah…and…and I read some of your stuff…hope you don’t mind,” she said as she cringed back with hopes that I wouldn’t be upset, but I just stood there shocked. I couldn’t believed she’d actually read my notebook. My face discerned a most discontented frown, until she decided to speak again. “They’re really good…your poems I mean, they’re some of the best I’ve ever read.”
“Oh really?” I said blushing.

“Yeah…really,” she replied with pink cheeks.

“Umm…okay, so I’ll see you tomorrow right?” I stupidly questioned.
She replied, “Yeah…definitely.”
I walked home after the game. As I opened my front door, I reached for the mail. Searching for something with my name on it my hand flipped through each envelope, until I spotted Jared C. Robinson. With a smile I opened it, but in a flash my smile turned swiftly and like the moon losing its glare, I had frowned and a tear rolled right out of my eye for I was going to be off to war and according to the letter, I’d be in another country in three days.
The following day arrived as my alarm clock buzzed. I placed my knees on the floor searching under my bed. I reached for my new cleats thinking I would use them later, but refused to take them. Then I pushed out my hand encasing them around my chucks, but then refused them as well. It was then when I extended my forearms and reached to the back of my bed pulling out and slipping on my gray converse. For the next three days I barely talked to anyone. I avoided my many conversational peers and didn’t go near the baseball field. I became the boy I was before my life had started. I wanted to cherish those shoes before I was forced to give them up. On the final day of my existence I didn’t even say good bye to my new and many friends. Before I was on my way to leave, I simply gave Connie a gesture with my head, turned to give her my back and left.
War was difficult. It surely wasn’t fun and the worst parts about it all were the combat boots. They were big and tall. Embodied with sand, they were a light brown color and were incredibly heavy, but I didn’t have time to think about them for I had a gun aiming at the back of a man. With my palpable target in sight, I pulled the trigger and my life ended. I would never be able to wear my wonderful beloved converse ever again.

Couple of Haiku

Dance fair Romeo,
Move to and fro to the beat,
Bitter and so sweet



Crimson bound yellow,
A day of summer solstice,
The warmth of the sun


Winter’s pass I fear,
The cold bitter smudge and smears,
Be gone hurry fast

Radiant blossom,
A speck of beauty is here,
A forest is near


Tight and all so bold,
The sight lingers in my mind,
The female body!

Unanimously Packaged

Honey barbeque chips in a bag,
Unanimous and delicious,
Pieces of cardboard stiff in a garbage can,
Unanimous and palpaple,
An abundant profusion of pages between covers,
Unanimous and knowledgable,
My heart embedded in my rib cages,
Deep, dark, broken and unanimous

PEMDAS

Parenthesis always has their place,
whether on paper or on your face,
they outline the sides of a pair of lips,
or curve the area around your hips,
an exponent can be weird,
multiplying in ways i fear,
but when applied to money,
an exponent is my honey,
multiplication doubles or triples,
whether you're multiplying wrinkles or ripples,
it's an amazing game of numbers,
but i'd rather fall into slumbers,
division will quickly deplete,
but why won't it divide this incredible heat?
this symbol can divide by two or three,
but this heat makes me want to flee,
addition is very simple,
adding cheeks to a dipple,
adding enjoyment is fun,
but why does extra heat add to the sun,
subtraction would be nice,
if it could create me a piece of ice,
but what it does is cut down a price,
but why doesn't it cut down my grammar school's amount of mice,
well here i am repeating PEMDAS over and over,
i wish addition could make this a four leaf clover,
then with my luck i would say,
"There is half of school today"