The Dragon

A ferocious beast

A fearful flaming monster

Teeth like a chainsaw

A flying beast of such ferocity

A flaming, fire-breathing monstrosity

With teeth like an angry chainsaw

And if you get close enough to see it’s jaw

You’re basically as good as dead

Well, everything I just said would be true

If the monster I was talking about

Wasn’t eleven inches long,

Made out of legos,

And sitting on my bed.

Befriending The Dark

By Cedar Kinstler

I have but a single dimming light

To illuminate the night

I can hardly see

But that’s alright.

My mind had never been more awake

I am not going back to my safe bed

For my own sake.

I don’t know why people don’t like the dark

Are they afraid of monsters?

They’ll do no more than that of a spark

They’re afraid that they won’t see the monsters coming, I think

I’ll never understand their minds, thick as a gem

What makes them think

The monster will be able to see them?

None Survive

By Cedar Kinstler

The roll of dice

Small as mice

Bears a sacrifice

Heard without a sound

the ears have long since drowned

What was done cannot be undone

The reaper’s flight inbound

Lives are made for living

Only in the beginning

And acceptance at the end

Lives are not made to extend

The penalties are dire when tampering with the dead

Death is not made to comprehend

But to accept and to not pretend

That death is able to be a friend

Trying to fight it I do not recommend

If avoiding death is what you intend

Then life is nothing but a dead end

Attempting to avoid one’s fate

Will do nothing but devastate

The world may be kind

But it has crushed more than ten thousand lives

It’s never really over until the death arrives

Some will risk it.

Some will hide.

In the end, none survive.

I was sitting at my desk with looking for my pencil

When suddenly appeared a purple portal

I walked through it and in front of me i see

So much gold that I could buy a century

I begin running towards it as fast as i can

My life will soon be heaven, without a doubt

But then I trip on my shoelace and I am knocked out.

Potted pans and panned pots, it almost look like I gave up on brewing

How did it get this way, like a force of destruction by which myself it is pursuing

Everything is ripped, my bed sheets, my coats, and lewie

What monster came across here

Wait, what is the dog doing???

Snap Crackle Pop

A household disaster, like a dragon’s been chewing

Up a drawing of my favorite tattooing

My bedroom is in ruins,

only a ninja could get to the bathroom

What is this horrible beast stewing-

Wait, what is the dog doing???

Doing da doing da doing

Dog,

A hole in the wall,

There goes my reviewing

Pure carnage,

WAIT, WHAT IS THE DOG DOING???

Doing Da Doing Da Doing

Dog, Doing Da Doing Da Doing

Dog,

I get onto my computer in morning

To check into the morning meeting

I get my school assignment

Somewhere upstairs my sister sneezes

I start to do my work,

And my computer freezes

After about five minutes

My computer finally turns back on

I try to focus on my current work

The flow of assignments never ceases

I reopen the latest piece of work

And my computer freezes

I thought it was a day like any other-as normal and boring when you just sit on the couch your mushy brain numbing

But whenever life takes a strike at you

You never see it coming

when My parents told me to get packing

I was quite confused

They told me We were going to minnesota

Me and my sister had never been more bemused

It was an 18 hour drive

I threw up a lot

But I’ve never felt more ALIVE.

A map of the house

A computer mouse

A forgotten pencil

Some other utensil

A stack of papers

A prehistoric stapler

A bottle with no top

A phone that is beeping non-stop

A piece of slime from New York

With a hole the exact shape and size of a cork.

How To Steal A Pencil

You Will Need:

• Picture of the pencil’s owner

• Throwing spears

• Laser Pistol

• Copy of The Iliad

• Go to where that pencil hides

• Throw a rock at the window to open it silently

• Climb through window

• Disable all laser sensors and/or military turrets

• Fill pockets with frozen peas to fool the heat sensors

• Vault code is 123456

• Take out picture of owner of pencil and show it to vault for the face recognition

• Climb in vault and take pencil

• Then use laser pistol at the following attackers:

• Robot golems

• Agents of a secret spying agency

• Mail men

• Then climb back out window and drive the earth until you are back at base

• Then using the Iliad, utterly demolish the pencil

• The pencil is gone so the former owner can’t steal it back

• It should not be too hard to destroy the pencil, because of the immense destructive power inside the weapon you used against it.

The Waffle

By Cedar Kinstler

That big brown circle

It gets emptier the more it’s been filled

Because those small square holes

Like a pancake with extra abs

They must always get first in line at all the cash grabs

Maliciously, deliciously, suspiciously good

You bet they can’t rule the world? I bet they could

Oh, the waffle, a deceitful design,

We all secretly get bullied by them so we don't decline

I love to eat waffles when I have nothing better to do

Whenever I’m bored, well, waffles to the rescue

The smell like wheat,

They taste like flower,

They look like a glowering, towering,

Waffling tower,

Showering infinite waffle-based power

And now, since I’m running out of words

that I can make into a rhyme,

I’ll just tell you this

That week-old un-eaten waffle under my desk

Is definitely NOT MINE.

[My Little Sister]

By Cedar Kinstler

My little sister, she wants only two things

Never-ending snacks and screens

She recently whined her way

Into having mom order her some plastic rings

When she is told she can’t have something she asked for

She says please and asks really nicely

And if they say no again

She is no longer a cute little squirrel

That’s when she to reminds me

Of the final boss in one of my video games

And if you didn’t know, the place that it’s the final boss in

Is called “The Underworld”

Now, I’m supposed to write a poem

with metaphors and similes

I just hope I don’t fail dismally

When I look at a croquet mallet

I see a strong community

Of wood and sticks and nails

But even such an instrument of whackmanship

To the croquet ball rebellion

Does not have infinite immunity

For my chainsaw hurricane of a sister

Enjoys pulling off the end

So she can use just the stick part

To point at balls we just hit through hoops and yell

“FOUL!”

Darkness and light,

The sun and the stars,

The world at hand,

And justice at large

Equality’s downfall,

Even though it’s just the start

Evil in head,

But sorrow in heart