Buzzing

Clapping grows through the crowd
the camera focuses closer into my face
This stadium of many people
stare at my performance
Attentively they pinch my nerves
I ingest the moment
think of the skinny boy begging on the street
away from these hungry eyes, he lives so poorly
but happy, really, because he knows truth
up in the mountains he lives in a small cottage
don't need to perform for anybody
The crowd boos, I lost focus
tomatoes are being thrown at my face
Blushing starts and I cry for I've forgotten my line
The camera still follows my expressions
and I run out stage left. Exit.
Sigh of relief. These people still scream inside
I blew it again, ruined their gulp of entertainment
Sorry, I'm not a clown. So I grab the boy's hand
and we jog through the woods
jump into a lake to steer or ears clear
from all the buzzing.
"Shut up already people and let us be happy"
The little life that grabs on to my dress
wipes the tears that smeared all my makeup
when our eyes meet, a moment of true smiles
makes all the running and performing a waste
makes me just another face in the crowd
no pressure
misunderstood
is good

When The Clock Strikes 12:00

Angels are prepping for a fall
the loss of memories will come through
day will last for light years
breath will taste bitter
attached meaning to bickering
It's 12:00 am and I'm not dressed
Bickering sounds dear among my clouds
kiss my cheek goodbye
I watch people stroll prompted for a ball
foreigners come in from many tongues
they all mesh to form an alone
Tingles move my body fur
into tangles of false feelings
I hear everyone talk in a different language
this guy mistakes no for yes
and rapes me
then thinks its my fault for leaving too soon
doesn't get arrested or anything
just remembers my taste once in a while
goes on to rape others that don't stay
Cinderella places her wings on frail shoulders
catches up to the birds who flew South
Angelic she'll pretend to be
for heaven is too high
her lungs would explode under that pressure
God needs to figure out what is good
rid the world of all the rapists
allow time to stop so Cindy can get a dress
remember her prince
dance by a fountain
never a broken heart when landing
just grounded

The Moon Tonight

I look up at the moon tonight
I stare at it while it shines so bright
I notice a smile on moons' bright face
It has lines just like on my shoe lace
I say to myself
It goes perfect with the freckles on his face

- By my brother Leandro age 12