What i hope will happen this year

The six string guitar, lying
untouched, and forgotten
Rusty strings waiting
to be replaced, waiting
to be played.
with all the beautiful melody,
trap inside.

This year I hope to play guitar,
learning it's chords, and tabs, playing
the wonderful music it makes.



Sweaty and tired, but wanting more
I get ready for the drill,
watching the person i had to tackle
Kyle.
I brace myself knowing,
that I had to try.
The coach blows the whistle
we run at each other, and
before I know it I'm on the floor.
This year I hope I can tackle better in football.


Walking in the bus
remembering all the homework undone
I sit down, and grab my notebook,
thinking of what to write, but nothing.
Math, writing, reading
what else did I forget.
I look for my agenda in the
scrapyard of things, but later recalling
that I didn't write my homework, and
when I look out the window we had arrived
to school.
This year I hope to not leave things to the last moment.


waiting for the wave to crash I
start to swim on the board. I
lose my balance and fall.
how do I hope to ride the big waves
when I cant even ride the baby ones.
I try and try, but I cant seem to stand up.
the hour passed and our rental ended...
This year I hope to become a better surfer


The hay stack one on top of the other, a
big, enormous net attached to the trees behind it, the
target on the hay stack, and
a pine cone on top of each row.
five bows and only three shots, per round
only aiming for the pine cones
I fail. It doesn't even hit it,
not even close.
This year I hope to become a better archer