Stream of consciousness

Why does school start so early maybe people would be more focused if school started at 9 I don't understand how teachers do it but I give them props

Ballad

A bird flying through the bright blue sky,
A cheetah running as fast as he can through the dry desert,
A white feather floating through the wind.

That is how I feel when I'm drawing
Happier than a camel on hump day

I feel the pencil moving across the paper,
The paper smells like a pine tree,
The ridges of the pencil massage my fingers, the drawing of the Apple looks so real, I can almost taste it but I come back to reality because if I don't stop I'd go on drawing forever non stop.

haiku

The Sun did not shine
The clouds were out and about
Rain started to pour

Free verse

I like basketball
No not like love
I feel at home playing this sport
I feel comfortable
This sport encourages me to do well in school
It keeps me in shape
And it keeps me happy
When I step on the court
My whole mindset changes
From normal and relaxed to determined
Game time has begun

Ode to my room

Always there
It could
Never be replaced

Keeping me safe
No matter
What

The only
Quite place
In the house

My own
Little space
That all about
Me

My room is comfortable
Like a comfy robe
My room is a secret hideout
Like a spy in hiding

Limerick

There once was a chicken named Darrell
He hit his head in a barrel
He feel into a bucket of rice
And he accidentally swallowed some dice
He started to sing a Christmas Carol

Elegy

Baba might not have been the nicest grandmother, but she was fun to mess with. I never knew how I would feel when she passed, now the time has come and she's gone, like that in such a swift motion my life changes at an instant I felt like a balloon that has just lost air from full no worries, to sock and surprised mixed emotions because, she wasn't like the other grandmothers that gave you money, and hugs, and kisses she was a crotchety woman, but I will always miss her stories, and songs, and believe it or not troubles she has caused.