Phoenix

Ode To Lip gloss

You make my day by giving me that look,

With your mirror on the side

That shimmers in the light

Where I can see you paint my lips,

All the Colors,

The ones I choose,

The rosy pink as bright as the first blossom in Spring

That can last me a lifetime,

You smell like a new cherry cupcake

With vanilla pink frosting.

You’re as sweet as can be

With delicious double dessert taste

That you can imagine in a haste,

Taking you everywhere I go,

Keeping you on my side like a laugh

Even though you’re

Sticky, shiny, and glossy

Your brush is fluffy and cozy

Like a miniature cotton ball,

I can hear your excitement

And glamourous fame

Popping out of your bottle

At the very last moment.

Oh lip gloss, You shine my smile.

-Angelica G.

Ode To The Jolly Rancher

Ode to Jolly Ranchers.

How your look brings

A memory back from

My childhood.

My nose can almost

Get that smell of

My grandmother’s blueberry

Pie.

My tongue savors

Your fruity, tangy,

Sweetness like

My mom’s apples

With salt and lemon.

I can feel you

Breaking away

Out of prison to

Enjoy a trip into

My mouth.

I listen as you

Make your

Crunching, munching,

Noises.

~Jennifer G.

Ode to My Pillow

Soft and fluffy like two bunnies side by side.

Your feathery heavenness plopped on my head.

Whispering wonderous songs as I drift off.

You guide me through furry patches.

My head sinks in with every second.

Suddenly I suffocate beneath your fuzz,

But I breathe fine as your softness brushes my cheek

Your silky purple landscape brushes my ear and kisses my face.

A sweet strawberry stash surrounding my bed.

An orchestra playing as I fly into a world of wonders.

Aromatic smells burst open like a door.

Your minty and perfumed, smelling like my shampoo.

Your freshness racing up my nostrils,

Dream bubbles pop and drop as I think,

What would I do without you?

Sprain my neck, have uncomfortable and sleepless nights.

You make my ears float off to paradise.

While my mind is being fed dreams.

Like a soothing lullaby,

You sing to me and my mind rings with thoughts

Your a cotton ball. 

You overlap my thoughts and pave me into a world of wonder.

As you pull me in for hours.                

-Sirine N.