Slice of life hashtag two

The trees swaying in the wind, the park on the horizon, the beautiful lake, the light blue cloudless day. Everything is making up something so magnificent that if anything were to be taken away, its beauty would be lost. My Dad is standing halfway into the still lake with his fishing rod and the line casted out to beyond what I can see. Im by the fire and the tents watching through the tree line. My feet under the squishy sand. My Brother has gone to who knows were looking for a perfectly spherical rock. My Mom by the fire cooking the big salmon for tonight's meal. Suddenly I see a struggle casting my vision back on my Dad. He got one! He pulls and pushes and falls in the water, getting back out, determined, but the fish gets away, he curses and starts to put the next worm on, as I just lie down and smile.

My first day at Logan

             I took a deep breath right outside of the two large double doors, I took the first step and I remembered it so well, the moment that my foot touched the ground, the pressure on my leg and as my feet kept moving, step by step I remembered them in even more detail.

            The feeling of my heel touching the ground, then my whole foot, and lastly the ball of my foot, moving, gliding across the ground, my heartbeat so loud and fast that it almost exploding out of my chest, with each step I took, the more and more I didn't want to go, but my body forced me to. I

            I went up the stairs , listening to the other kids talk, like it was just a normal day, my backpack getting heavier and heavier while I walked down the hallway, sweat running down my face, I walked straight into the classroom without even thinking twice, I looked up, "Hi", someone said, I wasn't nervous anymore everything went away, "Hi", I said.
 

There once was a monkey named Bob
Who hated corn on the cob
When his mom gave him one
He didn't find it fun
And then he started to sob

When the teacher said I was dismissed
There was obviously something I missed
Cuz over winter break
I just baked a cake
And when I got back he was pissed

There was a kind from Logan
Who didn't have a very good slogan
He tryed to tell his neighbors
With lots of wavers
But they still just called him Hoagan

911

I open the door.              
And let it slam
Just a normal day at the office.

I push 116
As the elevator door closes
Just a normal day at the office.

From where I sit, I see a plane
Heading right for where I am
Just a normal day at the office.

Now I stand from outside
And see as every one cryed
How the buildings crumple down
And I only frown,
Just a normal day at the office.

Some might say
They wish they were standing further away
Just a normal day at the office

Look on the bright side someone said
There is none I said in reply
Just a normal day at the office.

The building crumpled in on itself so at lest it was built well
Yes I say, I must confess but those terrorists were out to kill
Just a normal day at the office.

The painting

Dark, light, yellow, green, blue, a window, a passage, into another world. Tables, chairs, red, orange, purple, memorizing, hypnotizing, un able to control the stream of thoughts. Doors, windows, black, gray, people, streets, colors,it all flows into your brain. Light blue, light green, light yellow, lamps, states, the worls everything, houses, apartments, empty streets, pink, neon, white, symbolic, and at the same time interesting as well as creative. Shoes, alleyways, stores, emotional, and at the same time empty. Bikes, smiles, frowns, tears, animals, clothes, books, horses, libraries, big cities, parks, cans bottles, beds, socks, blankets, slaves, sunrises, sunset, real and at the same time made up. Forgotten, unable, crippled, out of style, deep abstract, diffrent.

My brother

May your face be melted off your head and the liquid be boiled into moms stew. You have a styleish hairdo but it doesn't belong on you, it belongs on a kangaroo in the zoo! You don't belong on this world you belong in a fantasy! You belong with pixels, your not worthy! The thing you call your smile looks so much like a crocodile. The moral of this poem is GO ACROSS YOURSELF. This I say to you, my dear brother

I take it even though I don't want to even though I don't know what it is.
I look at it.            I hear it

I read it. Colors flowing through the words.
Imagination.          Creativity

Anything that anyone wants to make out of it.
It speaks to me.      It listens to me.

It understands me