D.S.’s Poems
Lifestyle
Skateboarding is my favorite hobby.
You can adjust the speed to your liking
Whether you wanna keep up with your friends or at your own pace,
Like flying, but with wheels.
Sometimes I fall, and it hurts,
But then I get up and try again.
There is always room for error
But then like all the work was worth it.
The rhythmic beat of the wheels on the sidewalk
is kind of like music to me.
When I skate, I don’t think about anything else,
Just me, my board, my friends and the street.
Skateboarding makes me feel free.
It’s not just something I do, It’s what helped me become what I am.
It’s who I am.
My Chicago
Architecture so tall it’s touching the sky.
Blue sky reflecting in the lake
Crowds of tourists bustling through the streets
Downtown with its many attractive amenities
East lake shore drive mentioned in the tunes
Filled with concrete buildings like a manmade jungle
Grant park filled with clatters of the skateboards hitting the pavement
June brings along the festival season
Waiting on Kedzie for the 52 bus.
Loop trains playing tag with each other to get to their destination
Murals showing Chicago's creative culture
Navy pier flaunting its overpriced attractions
Oblock where Chicago’s most profound artists resides
Public parks that bring the people together
Questionable smells coming from the redline subway
Rainy days that harshen with the wind
South of Chicago where I stay
Tribune Tower inspired by gothic architecture
Uptown filled with rich african culture
Villages of Chicago all diverse with different storys
Out West of Chicago hosting some of Chicago's best rappers
X was lucki's album he released in 2015,
One of the projects jump starting his career
You're favorite overpriced tourist traps
Zoo in the neighboring suburbs of Chicago im brookfield
Gone
I won't have this, it will be gone
If it goes, it will be gone forever
His eyes were tight at the corner
Tight and sad
I don't want it to go
I'm not sure what I'm doing myself
Just tell them that I'm alright.
She would help him, help him, help him
Help him, help him, they had understanding between them
The end
My Purpose
I used to be useful
a bottle full of juice,
Cold, sweet, refreshing.
But someone drank me,
crushed me,
and threw me on the ground. Abandoned me.
Now I lie here,
in the grass,
Forgotten, by my lonesome.
The wind tosses me around,
the rain soaks me,
but no one picks me up.
I see birds,
I see bugs,
and sometimes
a kid steps on me.
I wish I were in a bin,
or being made new again.
I don’t want to hurt the earth. I want to serve a purpose again
Please.
next time,
don’t leave me behind.