When the War Ends
Ways of life destroyed,
Houses still ablaze
Enter into this hell
Nowhere are you safe.
Thousands of lives taken,
Hunger fills the land
Everyone at the mercy of chaos’ hand
Wives without husbands
All now live in fear,
Reminiscing on lost friends.
Eventually peace will come,
Now when will that day be?
Deliver us from this desolation,
Safe and sound we’ll be.
Metal and Wood
It waits by the garage door, adventurous and old.
With streaks of gray on its white and black deck
scarred from tricks at the park.
Trying to execute a varial kick, spinning and flipping
on the sidewalk.
I scratched the deck.
Now it is night.
I am in bed listening – the ceiling fan whirring – all night.
My skateboard, my time machine, making time go fast.
Alone in the dark.
Relaxed, tired, I am my skateboard.
I have a beating heart, it makes my heart beat faster.
My skateboard makes me strong, when I choose
to ride it.
More than metal and wood,
I am more…