Poetry

NEWEST RELEASES!

Too Sweet

I have had too much

Sugar. I think that is why

My tongue hurts right now.

- Serika Laguit

So I've Heard About Him

He was a helping man,

Helping strangers on the street,

Helping elders cross the walk,

Helping family with his hands.

He was a simple man;

Tried to impress the ladies,

Always loyal to his friends,

Always loved his family.

He was a strong man;

Arm-wrestled with his older

Brother and won every match.

Used his strength against no one.

So I've heard

So many good things about him.

Now I know

That I never really knew him.

All I knew

Was his messy room,

With glow-in-the-dark stars.

I'll go back,

Step into his room.

I'll sit and turn out the lights,

And I'll wish

Upon a bright star,

That he could be bright, not far.

I'll wish that

I could see him, clear,

Without any telescope.

I'll wish that

I saw his shining

Glory as he lived to see

Twenty-eight.

He abused his soul,

But he lived to twenty-eight.

Now, at least,

I can believe that

He was indeed a strong man.

- Serika Laguit