Whirlwinds of strength
And courage are twisted
Into the only blind horizon
Of what is known as
Jealousy and betrayal.
Men who were once loved
Are now hated for having
A place to sleep.
Cayuse in every direction.
Army planes saving the ones
Staring death in the face.
Why not take me.
Rescuers working
All around me
50 to 100 people died over night.
Death was here,
But he spared me.
With no regret
He is letting me suffer.
I was standing by the beach.
It was Magnason park beach.
It is a rocky beach.
I sat down.
I stared at the lake,
There was a beautiful sunset.
I look at the rock near by,
I grab it.
It was cold and flat.
And I threw it,
To sea how many times I can bounce the rock on the water.
One,
Two,
Three.
It bounced off the water three times.
I grab the nearest rock again and try it again.
One,
Two,
Three.
It bounced off the water three times again.
I was not happy with the result.
This time, I carefully hand picked the rock.
I looked for the flattest and light but not to light rock.
I carefully threw the rock in the lake.
One,
Two,
Three,
Four,
Five.
It bounces off the water five times this time.
I was pleased with the result.
I stood up
I turned around and start going home.
It was getting darker
You know what turtle is,
It the green creature in the shell that is hard as rock.
It walks slow and runs also slow.
But the turtle I’m talking about is colored white.
My turtle is square box, which is like a shell.
My turtle is old, crappy and slow.
And that is my computer.
I put the disk in the computer then start the program,
It starts loading to computer.
Then I wait for 30 second,
It still in processes of loading to my computer.
I start taking shower then come back later,
It is halfway finished loading to my computer.
I start reading a book then look up 10 minute later,
It is finally finished after long time waiting.
I click Okay,
Then an error occurred.
It says to try again, so I start installing again.
Then after another long waiting another error happens.
How can this computer be so slow?
Luckily I’m getting new computer.
But when I think about my computer more,
Maybe I’ll miss this slow computer when I get new one.
I will always remember this as the turtle.
Because,
My computer is like a turtle.
My Fireplace
A day after school I went home ate dinner
And turned on my fireplace.
When I turned it on it was like a diminutive sunrise.
Then when I turned it off
it was like a little sunset.
It is somehow like a miniature day.
In some way my fireplace is like a car.
It runs on gas, and soon runs out of gas.
It turns and swirls in the wind
Left and right forward and backward.
Sometimes when I turn it on,
I think “does this fire have a life a soul?”
“Is it trying to get out everyday
I twirl that little fire on?”
I’ll dance to tunes I barely know,
And I’ll clap louder,
Than any other bear you know,
Because that’s what life is for,
Spontanious,
Nerve-wracking,
Rediculous,
Sometimes poised and inane,
Always insane,
Like an loaded gun sitting on the bedside table,
With a white lace doily pattern ‘neath it,
The yellow daisies,
Contrasting the sleek, black, cylidrical barrel,
Is it security?
Or the signed sontract with Satan, himself,
There’s silver bullets inside,
And no hiding from the truth,
They’re waiting to taste your innards,
And kiss your blood,
That would be the fear,
If you know fear like I do,
Then heavy metal music is nothing,
Fear is when nothing else matters,
But everything is relevant,
Sometimes it just feels good,
To put the gun to your head,
Just to hear the explosions…
~Marie
[Note: I edited this one for a reason, so that you might be able to understand more what I was trying to get across. I hope you like it.]
The Lonely Soul
My dog Rocky,
The lonely soul,
He waits by the door,
For me to come,
When I’m home he’ll play all day,
When I’m away he moans.
He cries and whimpers impatiently,
His claws tap on the floor like a train going by,
He gives up the wait and sleeps,
Until I ring the doorbell and he awakens again.
My Window of Dreams
My window that I view from time to time,
I fell the cold air flow through the air,
My eyes race to each object on the lonely street,
The window appears to show everything and everyone.
The window in my bedroom,
My window in my mind,
It gleams out to the reflection of the hot sun,
People and animals alike walk by,
No one notices me,
How I crave to walk with them.
The Metal Monster
A massive marvel,
I watch it tumble and turn with great speeds,
I clench my ticket with my sweaty hand,
The air full of the screams of the people riding the monster.
It was like watching a horror film,
Except I knew I was next,
I climb into the death row seat,
My stomach fluttered,
I am the roller coasters next victim,
Lost Memories
Ripped apart time to time,
It lay in a pool of fluff,
On the cold floor of my bedroom,
Waiting for it’s next battle.
The dog lumbers searching for it,
He knows it’s in the house,
The dog toy fights thundering paws and sharp teeth,
All for the amusement of my dog Rocky.
My shadow is many things
Not just my body
Blocking sun rays from hitting the ground
It also reminds us of the past
And what is behind me
Like when I would play hide-and-go seek
Or dress up
When i was little
I say this because unless I am turned at just the right angle
It is always behind me
It also reminds me
That no matter what
I am never alone
I always have someone to tell my problems
And talk to if im down
I just got three cookies
Fresh from the oven
The yummy chocolate chips
Make me all tingly inside
They’re so warm
Gooey
Mushy
Each cookie is different in its own way
Now I have two cookies
They began as raw dough
Then some added chocolate chips
You were popped in the oven
Which made an exciting sensation fill the room
So now I have one cookie
As the last cookie
I try to save it
But does 47 seconds count as saving it?
No more cookies
I have a blanket
A green and white strips blanket
It is my treasure
Night time is our own little world
It comforts me
It helps me forget stress
I fell in love with it
The smell
The texture
The warmth and cold
The history
Those are what I care about
Not even my parents can take it away
Not even my brother who tried to steal it
The 13 years of our journey
I figure
I can not sleep without it
The chipped red molecules
Upon my finger tips.
My cuticles bleed from all of the biting.
They sting from all the free running tears.
It burns.
I take the polis,
& Stroke.
The fumes waft through the room.
Through my head.
Unsteadily.
Drifting.
- Shanana
Wake-up!
Wake-up!
Wake-up!
That noise!
The worst noise in the world
For me it’s a mix between an alarm clock and MY MOM.
I hate the morning
Its so dark and cold
I’ve just had a beautiful dream when
I’m shoved out of it!
And all I can here is noise, noise, noise
Worse I have to get out of my warm cozy bed
And get ready for SCHOOL
Its terrible
Terrible.
-corey
In my dark cold basement
There is one safe place
In my room
Under my striped comforter and baby blue velvet blanket
I feel like a mouse in a house
Yet this is a different house
I feel like a kid
When you use to think that nobody could see you under your blankets
To me my blankets are my personal bubble that nobody can enter or pop
I can think about what ever is on my mind
Nobody can tell me what I am doing wrong
I can be anybody I want
Or just be me
If your looking for me
Under my blankets is where I’ll be
“This is the BEST present EVER dad!”
It was my 12th Birthday and my dad got me my dream jacket, a north face.
My new black jacket was the coolest thing I owned.
Once I stepped foot out of R.E.I., that coat was my second skin.
I didn’t go ANYWHERE with out it.
It smelled like new car….the reason for that, I don’t know why!
I still love my north face jacket, it’s a part of me.
I would most defiantly say that was the best Birthday present ever!
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