My Poetry

Before I moved in my Freshman year, I lived in a house on the edge of town.  Across the street from it, there was a gully.  This is its story:

Life Lessons

In that gully, I learned

how to drive a go-kart

and turn really sharp,

how to talk with friends

and matters of the heart. 

In that gully, I learned

how to start a fire

and find certain stars,

the best way to dance

on the hood of cars.

In that gully, I learned

how hard it is to say goodbuy

to the one that leaves you behind

how to hold the tears you want to cry

and hold that smile on your face

In that gully, I learned

how to live life

and how to go crazy and just be me