Ode to My Shoes

I really like the way you stand out
in the dark.
I can barely see you because you
are so white and clean.
I’ve never cleaned you,
I’m sorry, but
you just don’t need a bath.
Anyway, thank you for making me look like a bad a**,
I truly appreciate it.
I’ve had you for quite a while now,
yet still not a smudge.
You make all my other shoes jealous and
they are starting to hate you.
Just ignore them and have no fear because
shoes don’t bite,
they just kick a**.
I don’t know what drives me crazy about you.
Perhaps it’s the three solid black lines across from you,
or maybe that extra softness that you have underneath,
or maybe all of the above.
I just know that I love you and
I will always be there for you, just like you’re always there for me.
Adidas is all in and so am I.


















Her Lips

Am I going mad?
I cannot stop thinking about her.
I wake up and I’m thinking about her,
I go to school and I’m thinking about her,
I go to work and I’m thinking about her,
I do my homework and I’m thinking about her,
I fall asleep and there she is in my dreams.
But I don’t get it,
The last time I saw her was two years ago.
I still remember as if it was yesterday.
Not too tall and not too short,
nice shimmering dark hair,
With the cutest eyes I’ve ever seen.
But best of all were her lips.
I would melt like a popsicle every time she would look at me.
I had so many things to say to her, but
cat got my tongue.
It was the last day before summer break when it happened.
I passed out in the couch listening to music.
It was a dream, but it felt so real.
It felt as if I was in one of those Romeo and Juliet novels.
There was lots of drama going around in that dream, but
I only had one thing in my mind
and that was her lips.
Never in my life had I been this obsessed over a girl.
I knew what I had to do.
I ran like hell towards her.
I got to touch her face, but before I knew it I was awake.
I could not believe what I experienced.
I was angry, but happy at the same time.
Had not gotten another opportunity yet, but
I think I will get to taste those lips.







My Youth Life

“When I grow up I want to be a Power Ranger!”
Those were the words I said when I was five....
Until I found out that Power Rangers don’t exist!
I still remember those young days
when I was training to be the Red Ranger.
Push ups, sit ups, and jumping jacks were my daily work out routines.
But then a catastrophe occurred and I was gullible enough to think
I could fly and so I went up, up, and then down!
The next thing I know I’m crying and hugging my mommy.

I still remember when I was starting my first year of school.
I was feeling anxious.
The nervous anxious and the exciting anxious.
There was this one wimpy kid who would always cry.
Every time his mom left he cried,
when we went to the bathroom he cried,
when he ate his lunch he cried.
I just couldn’t take it anymore.
He was making a river of tears that I could have drowned in it.
One day in recess I said to him, “Hey punk, if you don’t stop crying
I’m gonna punch you in the face!”
That only made things worse because before he was making rivers and
then he was making oceans made out of tears.

A year later I was asked if I still believed in Santa.
Well of course I do,
Who doesn’t believe in Santa?
My dad said, “Well sorry to tell you this, but
Santa Claus, The Easter Bunny, and The Tooth Fairy don’t exist.”
My mouth dropped and my eyes popped out like a tarsier.
I felt betrayal and that all my life my parents have lied to me.
I was even wondering if my parents were my real parents or
If I was abandoned by werewolves.

So those are some of my crazy childhood experiences.
There were the good times and the bad times,
but whatever I think I had pretty cool childhood.




Nature

Nature is something beautiful.
Nature is fascinating to watch.
The way it gets shiny bright during the day,
Then dark with the sparkly stars shining.
Hot as hell during the summer,
Then cold as hell during the winter.
The amazing green grass that makes one lie down in it and
Then we go to that golden yellow grass that no one likes.

They start from small tiny seeds and end up as tall as a house.
They have green leaves at the top that protect from the strong sun.
Without them humans, wouldn’t be able to breath.
We take advantage of these poor defenseless trees and have no shame.

It’s fascinating how those fluffy white clouds move.
They go from country to country and
With different looks all the time.
Blue, white, and yellow sure make a pretty good combination.

We hear them,
We see them,
We touch them.
Some are hairy,
Some have four legs,
Some swim,
Some run on the earth.
Animals are all part of nature just like humans.
They all do whatever they can to survive.
Thank God I’m just a human.












Ode to My Bike

Oh what would I have done without you?
I couldn’t go anywhere if it wasn’t for you.
You gave me the opportunity to discover more places.
You let me fall when I was youngster, but I still believed in you.
You showed me that I had to keep on pedaling, but
You didn’t show me how to stop and so I would hit the wall.
Ouch! Stupid bike!
Is what I would say every time I got hurt,
But sorry I never meant it.
You are like a kid’s best friend.
You are always in my garage and always will be.
You mean so much to me that I wouldn’t even put you out in a garage sale or
Give you up for my kids.
I will still ride you even at the age of fifty,
Hoping that you won’t fall apart.
If you do fall apart,
I will still remember you the way you were when I first bought you at the age of seven.
Thank you Bikey.






















Soccer

GOAL! Is my favorite word to hear in a soccer game.
The sport brings joy to my life.
It’s an amazing experience when your favorite teams scores, but
Even better when you score on a game.
You’ve got your teammates cheering for you
And all eyes are on you.
Running out of breath and the clock is giving its last ticks.
You know you have to score in order to win.
No pressure it’s just a game...or is it?
Coach yelling at you, rivals adding even more pressure, and
You see yourself not scoring this winning goal because of that.
I say screw you people because it’s just a freaking game.
No one is going to die so please shut up!
You soccer moms take it way too seriously.
Same goes with the drunk people
that don’t know even know what’s going on.
Just shut up, watch the game, and let the players do all the work.
It just drives me nuts!