A Decade.5 of My Words

         I was sleeping happily when a horrible dream struck me. I was walking through a room. Even my aunt was there along with my cousin. It was their house. It was new. Me, my parents and my sister had come to my aunt’s house to see how it was. It was dark. As dark as a night without a moon. It did not matter to anyone how dark it was. We walked up the stairs all together. We started into a room and sat down on a sofa in front of a T.V. We watched something for five minutes. I was not interested in whatever was playing on the television so I took a look around. Right beside the tiny television was what seemed to me as a herd of sheep. It was not clear nor was it decided. This was enough to freak me out. The sound of silence made me unsure that there were people around. I realised that they were starting to get up. I walked slowly towards the door behind the others thinking about what I had seen or what I had thought I had seen. As I reached the door to go ...

The calming, free breeze,  In the light of a Sunday, Is most beautiful.

The sun is above all,  Was my thought when I bought a stall. Its rays fell on the window,  As I say to my customers,"Hello!" The Sun is above all,  The houses, the meadows, and the men tall. With little children in the playground,  Parents chatting about their tiny growing hounds. The Sun is above all,  Above my nice, tiny stall. I love it, I earned it,  Even though my stall is where the sun sits.

There was a dream In which I was staring at a person, Just like me, Perhaps a foot taller. She was talking to someone,  Someone named Jack,  Someone who was well-respected. Surprisingly, Jack was bowing, Bowing at her, that person. Suddenly, she started walking towards me. She, who had a smile of roses,  And eyes that needed to discover something. That sparkle was familiar, but hard to remember. She turned, breaking through my thoughts as someone called her. Her jet black hair was thrown into my eyes as she was told to walk into a room. I followed her, out of curiosity. Where was she going? I need to see her once more. As I walked through the door, I was confused. It was a stage. I looked around and then found her. She was on stage, singing. The melody rang through my ears,  As if a bird was chirping, a drop of rain falling. I swayed with the music,  But it stopped. It was over. The lady came back to the door a...

The buckle snapped,  My mother clapped,  I didn't know what to do. I stomped around in tension, it was time to sew. I ran to my closet,  Filled with wrappers of chocolate. I searched about, I was in doubt, It made me want to shout. The search of maroon and black that were in the stack, Made me lose my mundane track. It truly is a fact, Oh, losing my uniforms is my tact.

I like nuts, she likes nuts, he likes nuts, my family likes nuts. There is hazelnut, chestnut, Do not worry, its not a chest with a nut. There is peanut, The best of all, Coming from a groundnut That has a weird shape that makes people say, "lol!" Not to forget the walnut too, I say, "Ewww!" But people undercut me And say, "You were lying I see." Oh, we would love to have a doughnut now, But its junk and we have to survive without it how? The children say its okay, But we rebut and we eat a saut é . All other nuts can be eaten uncut, But a pain in the neck is the doughnut. All the nuts are liked somewhat, And we think, should we name our house nut or not?

Me, myself, and I, It doesn't let me lie, With many hobbies that I,  Together can't tie. There's dancing, reading, Writing, and drawing, Every bell is ringing, In my head I'm singing..... Me, myself, and I A personality no-one can buy, Starting to cry, Too sad but the nature's mine. "What all do you have in you,"you ask. "Its like you have a mask' Something is inside, Something that brings pride. Me, myself,and I Why am I like this, oh why, With cough and cold, Though I try to be bold. But I love the way I am, With my backwards name as 'Eat a Ham' I am veg though, I would love animals to grow. As I think about this funny thought, I realize I have many dots, To join together in my nature, I start with portraiture.....