Snows Beauty

First, I am so cold, so wet

Just floating down besides all the others,

Yet, I am so different and unique like none other,

But just then, I smoothly crash against the floor.

Melting away to be never more,

Until a new day arises to be re-born.

Into a superlative flower unseen before,

My beauty comes to a peak,

On sight of a true unique,

But just then I wither away.

To wait for another day.

Waterslide

I walk up the long dreary stairs, shaking and trembling,

With every step I take, I feel so alone,

I feel jumpy but unable to move,

I want to turn back, but suddenly a nudge from my back makes me step up to the plate,

I place my feet in this cold, shallow, source of water.

Immediately, I get shrills and goose bumps rushing through my weary body,

Out of anxiety, I look to my left… and then to my right,

I see a man in the distance giving me the okay to jump.

The man isn’t wearing a shirt and holds a big red tube and a whistle.

Then I look to the man who gave me a nudge as he begins to tell me, “Everything will be alright.”

Next, I jump!

My hands begin to come to a mighty, fierce, and vigorous grip clenching my very skin,

Again I feel the water carrying me down a dark, scary, closed in tube,

I close my eyes and am unable to open them-yet, I want to see what is going to happen.

All of a sudden, the water comes to an alarming halt making me unable to move, unable to breath,

A nudge comes again pulling me quickly out of a large source of water nearly 5ft. deep

The water is not only big, but wet, damp, and heavy.

As soon as I got out of the water, I began to ponder,

Then I felt astonished at the fact that I was scared at all,

I felt embarrassed how timid I was in line,

And now, it’s time for round two; just this time, it will be different.

A Different Look, Nerd Style

It doesn’t interest me how you brag about your sports.

I want to know what is going through your head when you only think about yourself.

It doesn’t interest me if you’re young or old.

I want to know if you can change for better or worse.

It doesn’t interest me how you decide to pick on the little guys.

I want to know how you would feel if you were on the other end of the foot.

I want to know if you can change for better or worse.

I want to know if you sit with pain, mine or your own at the fact of being a heartless bully.

It doesn’t interest me how rich or poor you are or will become.

I want to know how you feel after losing a game.

I want to know if you know what it is like to be bullied.

I want to know if you can change for better or worse just from reading this simple, powerful, and drastic message.

I want to know who the man is behind the mask!

It doesn’t interest me where you come from.

I want to know if we will be friends like the old days before the nerds and jocks were separated.

It doesn’t interest me how many sports you play.

I want to know where my buddy went.

I want to know if you can change for better or for worse. Not just the heartless person I know you now to be.

By: Anthony D’Alanno

Love

Love is hate, happiness, and uncontrollable feelings,

Love gives you rage, but at the same time comfort ability,

Love is within you towards another elegant being,

Love is the color in a black and white movie,

Love is sexual: kissing, hugging and the simple hand holding,

Love is a time stopping moment,

Love is my beauty, like watching the sung go slowly down and a-waiting for the next day to come.

Mother's Day

Today is the day all mothers look forward to the most,

When the children and father becomes the new host,

We cook, we clean, we smile, and we laugh.

But through it all, this day is only special to the mothers who appreciates kindness from the child’s heart.

Then we exchange hugs and kisses,

For that special moment to shine in the darkest of places,

And to never give up hope in the love that we share together,

Together forever we are bonded to one another until death do us part,

For shall that day to come, no man nor women shall be happy,

The heavens will weep and the Gods will have sorrow but yet our love will stay strong,

Love between a mother to a son is undeniable and will last forever and ever.

Happy Mother’s day mom, You deserve it!

~Anthony D’Alanno

Enough

Enough pressure from my parents

Enough pressure from my friends,

Enough black mail

Enough money,

Enough is enough.

With the world turning evil and on a one way course to its ultimate resolution we need to do

Enough stoppage to pollution.

With the society today, we need to act so there will be a future,

Enough talk of the talk

Enough promises you cannot keep

Enough murder, death, and sick-oh’s

Enough daydreaming and dilly daggling

It’s Time to live without regret and never look back.

My Bud Heath

i wake up everyday,
and today happens to be the 5th of may,
i brush my teeth,
then walk to shcool with my bud Heath,

Heath is cool
Just last week we had a duel,
i won of course with my plastic tool,
a sword with strength as srong as ten men and as fast as a mule,

Heath and i hang out every night
and man what a beautiful sight,
the stars are gazing and the moon aint complaining.
but then Heath and i get into a fight.

Heath is so cruel,
he acts like a 3 year old petting a dog
so i push him away into a dark heavy fog,
Never to be seen again till he masters riding a hog!

Why God Doesn't Help

Here is an I AM poem i wrote on a different interpretation of God.

I am god,

I wonder if my creations are thriving,

I hear their cries,

I want to help,

I am god.

I pretend not to hear them,

I feel so sorrow about my actions,

I touch the sky, making rain fall down against my unempirical creations,

I worry that I cannot do anything at all,

I am god.

I understand my limitations,

I say to my creations, to pray,

I dream of a powerful economy,

I try to help

I hope I can by not getting involved,

I am god.

I wonder if I make a difference,

I hear nothing in my existence,

I want to be known for my time is short,

I am god.

I pretend I am significant yet,

I feel nearly nothing,

I touch the souls of my beautiful art work I once created,

I worry how they will do without me,

I am god.

I understand that my time is now gone,

I say my last goodbye,

I dream of my art work creating more works of art,

I try to forget of my failures,

I hope life is sustainable with me painted out of the picture,

I am but no longer a factor of life; I am… god.