Abish

Abish Apr 2020

The Fall

The children assembled, 6 fine, hearty kids,
We strapped on our backpacks, stood ready to fly,
At the sound oh the shriek we were swiftly airborne
But 4 of our numbers were fated to die.

I wrote this poem this morning, it was based on the nightmare I had last night. my nightmare was about me and 7 other kids around my age were kidnapped and were about to be murdered. When our kidnappers gathered to **** one of us, the other twelve (including me) escaped from our captors. Six of us were able to gather our backpacks that carried our belongings as we escaped. As we ran through a forest we came to a stop at the edge of a cliff. we all turned around thinking of heading back the way we came but our kidnappers were right behind us holding the crying kid that they were going to **** earlier. We all turn to each other and seem to read each others minds and gave a nod of understanding. we all lined up at the edge of the cliff smelling the ocean breeze. we all look at each other one last time as we held on to our backpacks, and jumped over when we heard the 7th kids scream. as we fell one kid and I suddenly sprouted large white wings causing us to ride through the air like eagles. the kid and I looked back expecting the others to do the same but instead, we saw them falling, no matter how hard or fast we flapped our wings we were not able to save the other 4 who jumped with us.

And then I woke up.

#dream #nightmare #sad #death

Abish Apr 2020

Where im from

I am from the Bookcase,
from the Bookcase and the Stuffed Puppy.
I am from the white rocks on the ground,
and the dried dirt beneath those rocks.
I am from The Pomegranate Tree
whose Red fruit is both sweet and sour.
I am from the Aole Vera plant and Trampoline.
From Cordon and Beltran.
I am from tall men and little women,
from the know it alls, and the overwhelmers.
I am from my mothers Homemade food,
from her Choco flan, and Carne Asada Fries.
From the religious conversion of my great grandfather,
and from the crash where my grandfather was lost.
The beautiful sky my parents painted on my bedroom’s ceiling.
I am from the black sheep of the family,
Judged and shamed by others for being different.

this is a poem about my childhood home
this poem is also a parody of Where I’m FromBy George Ella Lyon

#home #personal

Abish Apr 2020

In Memoriam

"Do you remember the way home?" she always asks, like
a woman in a fairy tale protecting her
daughter from the
dangers of the world.
"Yes," I remind her
dutifully, as
I step into the woods, haunted by
desire for certainty and her dread. I promise to leave a trail of clues
in the dark, for her or me or someone who follows.
The bread crumbs glow. none of us are alone.

this is a poem for my friend whos mom died in a hit and run last year

#sad

Abish Apr 2020

Yellow (pokemon adventures manga)

Her hair is like gold, pulled back yet hidden.
Although naive and childlike, she’s committed
When her friends are threatened by the villain.
With her psychic powers, she heals the wounded
With the same powers, she reads their feelings
Traveling with her six friends, she goes to
find red. Riding Dody, her search taking
her through all the city’s, routes and towns too.
The elite four she must fight, Lance,
Agatha, Bruno, and Loralie complicate
Her plans. After meeting Blain nows her chance.
To Cerise Island, where battles await.
The final fight between Lance and Yellow,
Ends with Yellows victorious echo.

this poem is based on my favorite Manga character. Her name is Amarillo Del Bosque Verde but goes by Yellow Caballero.

#sonnet #pokemon #yellow

Abish Apr 2020

Okami (Amaterasu)

Her fur is as white as the purest snow.
Her black eyes could pierce the strongest souls.
In the form of a white wolf this Shinto
Goddess will save us from Orochi’s goals.
With the Celestial Brush as her weapon,
The goddess will win with all her goodness
After defeating Orochi there is much peace

this is based on the japanese Goddess Amaterasu

#myth #japan #okami

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