My World

My world? My world is getting scary.
My chest, is getting hairy!
It’s curious this process known as development
The conscious concentration on one’s mental maturation.

It’s learning to think before you speak
But never forgetting your instinct.
I find my freer moments are conversations
I have internally, in a room locked invisibly
Where I hash out the plot lines of myself
With the little voice inside me
Who I no longer choose to fear
But am trying to trust and learning about love.
We are uniting, indivisible Aaron.

He Wants To Be An Electrical Engineer

Waiting by Ali-Reza Kashani

With many questions that need to be answered,
I stand here and wait.
Waiting on the results
To receive the answer to the question.
The question that has been played out in many ways in my mind, But all I can do is wait,
Wait for your response.
I know that I will get the answer I want,
But till then, I'm patiently waiting
Waiting for you.

He Wants To Be A Pastor!

When We Were Angels by Tommy Welty

When we were angels,
we found gold in the parking lot.
So, on Saturday we explored.

We brought with us all we need;
a shovel,
boots,
lunch.
We walked down the creek,
covering ourselves in mud,
and adventure.

We never found gold
by the time the rains came.
We ran our separate ways.
"See you on Monday!"

Now we are men.
There is no gold,
but faded yellow paint telling us where we go,
slowly baptized
by time.

He Wants To Be A Physicist!

The Beginning by Alexander Aavang

So slowly the eons pass
The cold emptiness stretching forever
Holding within in it no spark, no substance
At once a flicker

A flash

An explosion
Life explodes from nothingness
The heat and power
Leaving behind

The cosmos

She Wants To Be A Writer!

What Color? by Kate Stasiak

he is the boy who sits beside me
and i am as red as the sneakers
that he is wearing

he caught me staring... See More
i pretended to pretend
to watch the teacher
as she wrote fractions on the board

while my heart was strummin' chords
maybe i'll wear my red sneakers tomorrow
and see what color he turns

He Wants To Be A Statistician!

You Are Not Alone by Noah Curtis

I went psychotic once. I thought the CIA was after me.
Getting help hurt and was excruciating. It took something from me.
My family and friends saved me. They brought me back to life.
I came back with ferocity. I went after life with vengeance.
A plan began to settle. I saw life as I had never expected.
A future that I couldn’t have even fathomed
was being painted in front of me.
I began to reach out to those who were afflicted like me.
I began to educate people and talk about ‘1-North’.
Statistics say 1 in 4 families are afflicted.
You are not alone.

He Wants To Entertain!

Thunder by Russ Devereaux

I
want
to
hug
my
dog.
Thunder
died
long
ago.