Author: Matthew

philosopher, iconoclast, technoboy, musician, conjuration battle-mage, dean

Music

Friends will break your heart
But music won’t talk
Memories fade
A recording is forever
We all die and be forgotten
But a singer lives through fame and voice

The notes are art
In the form of a tone
A delicate flower that can be forever
Or just in the moment

Music can cause fear
Or take it away
Make the voices stop
And the good ones will stay
Be alone in the dark
Or surrounded by friends

You can make it your own
Or sing along
Let the voices go
And hope we don’t fall

Don’t let go
Just listen for a tune
They might not be there for you
But the music will

Murchison

8

Chocolate

Chocolate is tasty
Chocolate is yummy
CHOCOLATE is delicious

When I take a bite
my mouth feels like dynamite

Sweet, sugary, good
one of the best kinds of food

Dark
smooth gliding silk

Milk
warm and creamy explosions

White
pristine royalty of the cocoa world

Chocolate will never faily
to bring delight, especially when it’s on wholesale!

Murchison

8

Hidden Worlds

I’m lost in a world
No one else knows.
I’m stuck in a dream
No one else sees.
With an unreal friend,
And an enemy I haven’t met,
And the sea next to them,
Deep and blue.
The salty wind in their hair
But the foe doesn’t care
He takes out a hidden weapon,
And my friend must run,
But I don’t know how they got here
Because it’s only chapter one.
I look up for a second
From my hidden world,
And see the flashing lights that surround me.
Someone is texting, sending “hi,” to a friend,
Another is playing a game.
I sigh, defeated, retreat to my world,
As the one around me fades away.
Then chapter 2 starts,
And we get backstory,
And my friends not a friend anymore.
The foe is paying him back

Murchison

8

Why Do We Care?

People are born different,
And treated like they’re somehow wrong.

But those who believe the different ones are less,
Cannot say why.
Which leaves we who think,
A person is never a mistake,
To challenge and defend.

A kid in a wheelchair is the same as one who’s not,
They won’t start a fight,
Or at least they don’t want to
Or maybe they will, anyway,
Even though they don’t want to,
The same as the rest of us.

So why do we treat them as different?
No one can tell.
We “normal ones” don’t even react…
We just watch the show.
Do they feel the same as us?
Perhaps we should ask.

I guess we’ll always wonder,
(at least I will)
Why we treat these people differently,
Sure, they were born different, but aren’t we all?
They were simply born uniquely different than the different of us all.

Some of us are short,
Others are tall,
So why do we judge them?
Just to lead them to despair?

A mouth,
A nose,
Ears,
Hair,
There isn’t any reason to stare.
No one should even care.

Murchison

8

Ode to My Tio and The Stream

Splash!! My Tio goes into the
stream, brown like dirt
Slimy and icky
Trying to catch things
That live in the water
Goggles on trying to see better in
the dirty water. Finally catching
something now to catch more.
While time goes by time to play
Splash, kick, STOP!!
Time to go inside for our mistake
waiting for time to pass by,
finally the come back
looking for my Tio, to see what else
he had caught
Excited to see what it was
But also scared
Asking what it was
fascinated at what he has to say

Keeling Middle School

7th

Hardship in 2149

Ashes feathering from the polluted sky
A deep distinct charred scent filling the atmosphere
The moon filling the crisp night
The old man settles under the highway
Sounds from cars rushing over his shelter Water dripping down from the edge of the bridge
A car bolts by
Roaring and reverberating the highway
Splash
The old man’s belongings
Soaked
Just another day of the year in 2149

Murchison

8

Ode to the BBQ Pit

I always say should the grass be greener.
Is the sky as blue as an ocean.
Really I should ask why, do I go outside
The smell of grilled meat and seafood
Smells so good my eyes & nose can smell it
Fresh air with sausage smells!
Hamburgers oh so good.
Hot dogs a grilling, so greasy!
But, it wouldn’t be like this without the BBQ pit.
It sits and waits to be used
Building up dust and dirt
People, people gathering around to get it
All black, stainless steel waiting!
Once fired up dripping meat sweats
Bringing smiles all around, good smells
So NO, the grass shouldn’t be greener
Yes, the sky is super blue!
Good Smells!
All around, oh BBQ pit.

Keeling Middle School

7th

Ode to My Neighborhood Tree

There were hundreds of trees in my neighborhood
They were like guardians watching over us,
But there was one tree in particular.
One that stood the tallest,
One that stood the strongest.
The one that caught my eye the most
I would walk up to it
Then stare up at it
I felt like it would stare back down at me
Its bark was hard and rough
The trunk was wider than a bus
The trees danced in the wind
The sound of the leaves was like the ocean waves
It was home to many different creatures
Squirrels, birds, bugs, and owls
The tree is very old
It’s lived through many different generations
And it will be there for many years to come
I have but one thing to say to the tree,
“Thank you.”

Keeling Middle School

7th