Late night calls
And I don’t mean with a phone to my ear
Listening to the dull voice on the other side
The whistle from deep within the forest
Calling to me
I wanna go where my roots call
Deep and embedded in the earth soil and soul
We’re rooted to the tile inside forgetting what it felt to hear the crunch of leaves beneath each step
The crickets chants we’ve forgotten how to listen to
The owl hoots and shoots us a glance
We’ll never spare second glance
The leaves tussle and Russel sharing secrets of the unknown
Beckoning and calling back to the woods tonight

Slubberdegullion is a sixteen letter word
Confusing to prounouce and spell of course
Who’s make such an odd word?
Still it’s a word that means something most can’t relate to
‘A worthless person’
Who’d think to create such a Degrading word
Grating and breaking
How can a person be so worthless to deserve a word of such
16 definitions of worthless it seems
16 letters to spell out each and every mistake
Maybe the person was only 16 of age
Whom didn’t know that there had been word to describe how useless they are
How much they are hated for each breath
Beat of there heart
How the words the speak and each F they get on a test they could hardly understand
And of course it wasn’t there fault that they are so worthless
16 words
16 different reasons why they are so useless they get a word of there own
How special to know they are of sole worth
Although there only worth is a word in the dictionary no one ever uses
No one gives a second glance
No hears of or can even spell!
Still a worthless person.

Books, oh so wonderful to read
Words apon words
Stories within stories
History lays within each page
Unfolding to the next text
Each page a beautiful mix of literature
Pages wielding the sword of suprise
Never knowing how the story will unfold
Every twist and turn of circumstances
Has me twirling my hair in suspense
Drawing me close to the end of each test
To flip the page to the next

I’d like to be able to write some day
Put the pencil to the paper and let it glide
Slide and dive across the paper
Making only the finest of literature
Free and liberated
Like a fish swimming through the endless depths of the sea
Able to breathe the unseen
The angelic words seem so divine
They seem to lift me with their wings
I’ve never felt so free
I’d like to write some day
Free my heart and souls,
See it spill onto the paper.