08th – Page 5 – Vision+Voice

From Happy to Sad

It’s now 3087
We’re far into the future,
The world is good.

No wars or fighting.
No more crazy presidents.
We are all at peace.

There are flying cars,
Robots in every household,
New technology.

Nothing can go wrong,
We’re a green community,
And no one can leave.

We have a luxury,
We have clothes, food, and shelter,
What more could we need?

Everything was great,
Until SHE came into our world,
And wrecked it all again.

She was a devil,
Her eyes were as dark as coal,
No one could survive.

And that was the end,
People were fading away,
Then it disappeared.

The world had vanished,
Everything was a nasty grey,
No one seemed to care.

The happy times ended,
The world remained dark again,
There is no future.

It’s 3088,
The future has passed away,
No one cares, goodbye.

Murchison

Me and my favorite person are together,
alone in the dark, quiet night.
No sounds or humanity around us.
Everything around us is asleep except for the stars.
They are sparkling brightly in the pitch black sky.

Just me and him, together, on a hill, under the stars.
We gaze upon city lights.
There’s no people or movement.
It’s abnormal.

Me and him listening to the breeze.
Cold air in our lungs and on our faces.

Stars scattered across pitch black.

Me and my favorite person watch everything.
And because we are together,
We feel safe even though we both feel so small and pathetic against the big, quiet, dark world.
We are together.

And that’s all that matters.

Murchison

The Woman That Was Once

Drip, Drip
Sounds of
Rain. I snip, snip,
The quilt of
Pain. RIP, RIP,
That nightmare’s swain.
Not enough?
My golly me.
A touch of rough?
Why, I see glee.

I’ve tried, I’m tired.
I’ve cried, I’m out.
And once again,
I’ve cried, I’m done.
Thank you for my guide,
Without him I would’ve died.
But now all he was,
Was a dream, a dream that turned.

Bye, Bye,
To that fickle heart.
That one has died,
I now have pride.
Head held high,
Eyes wide open.
A future soon to see.

Flip, flip,
The switch to
light. I grip, grip,
My loving
Knight. Strip, strip,
Them walls of steel.
A new me will be waiting on the other side.

Murchison

Pollution

Smog gusts, people scream and animals run,
Wind races, lightning strikes everywhere and it cannot be undone.
No shelter no protection and no aid,
Nowhere is safe and happiness fades.
No clear water and no blue sky,
Trees are dead, fish have a disease and children cry.
People will misgive,
No one will live.
We have no time to waste,
We stop this now, before it’s too late.

Murchison

Teamwork

Soccer is a game about teammates,
And a game about teamwork.

You always need help to score,
That’s what teammates are for.

Being selfish is always hated,
That’s what makes players overrated.

When your opponent gets a lead,
That’s when your team uses their speed.

Winning a championship is sometimes a dream,
But you could win one with a good team.

Murchison

Time Goes on Forever

We are not forever,
Nothing is forever.
But we are give time,
To spend, and to use,
on family and friends.

But what happens
When time is wasted,
What happens when time is up?
We crave more.
We ask, we beg, we plead.
But it doesn’t help.

Because we have always known,
We can’t turn back the clock,
We can’t reverse the minutes,
We can’t slow down the seconds.
Because we have always known,
Time never stops,
It keeps going always

Murchison

Family is Forever

Family is a connection that never ends.
Makes memories through the years.
Spend time together.
Full of laughter and tears.

Family comes together.
For always and forecer.
Where love is shown.
And will forever be in one’s heart.

Family means everything.
Love, happiness, and kindness.
Family is forever.

Murchison

Scorching

Imagine a world
Where this is no more snow to play
And heat advisories every day.

The politicians are still fighting,
But more people are dying.
The world heats up every second.

Ice around the world has melted
Cities and towns abandoned
For they are uninhabitable.

We blame
The old for not knowing,
Or more accurately,
Not doing.
The young will now grow up
In this world.

For our children and the next,
Please,
Take care of this place.

Murchison

What’s That

The viola, a wonderful thing, renowned for its jokes,
What you haven’t heard of it?
What a shame, it’s a four stringed instrument like the others,
But don’t be fooled because it’s quite different than a violin
It’s bigger in size and rich in ton,
But the biggest differences is our lowest string, the C string,
We have the low string like our older sibling the cello,
We can sound alluring to the ear with our beautiful sounds ranging from sweet melodies to gloomy harmonies

Don’t forget us because we’re still important, every instrument has a part,
Violins with the melody, violas with harmonies, bass plays the bass line and cello are all of the above,
Together when we work we create music,
When we practice together we improve our technique,
Even when we’re tired we still try our best,
So please try to remember us,
The violas the best!

Murchison

Stranded

water seeps through my brain
and clogs e v e r y thought
im drowning
nowhere to go or hide or take cover

saltwater in my veings
I cannot
move

i feel like i have been swimming
for hours but
my brain cannot communicate with my libs

where is the solid shore
i am trying to find my patch
of land

the harder i try
the quicker i fail

i hopes of land i swim faster
in hopes of land i am paralyzed

i begin to doze off
exhausted muscles loosen
brain relaxes
eyes closing

land appears
i am no longer
stranded

Murchison