Whirpools
Whirpools
They suck things in
lure them closer
until they can capture them
bring them to their centers
sucking them closer
molding them together
creating something new
something strange
something colorful
something
different.
Add comment August 26, 2009
Seasons Changing
Summer’s ending
The hot days are leaving
leaves are falling
water drips from the sky
preparing for more
things bloom
things die
Autumn’s coming
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Defeat
He gets ready
for another day
Jumping
because he can
He tries the door
only to find that
it’s locked.
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Dancing on the sand
waves lap against their feet
wanting nothing.
Wind turns to breezes
their feet leaving
perfect prints
in the sand.
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The Rose
Full of life and then deflated
Needless water poured upon
the Rose planted in the grass.
Seasons passed now is winter
The Rose wilted, waiting for
summer
Cold is the Rose, sitting alone
The grass is brown, dry, and frozen
Surely, summer will come soon.
The Rose needs the sun
It pines and longs for warmth
so it can bloom
Show it’s pretty colors
but it must wait for June.
Thorny, dead, unwelcome
in the garden it sits
alone
Needless water poured upon
but it must wait for
the Sun
Add comment April 30, 2009
The Girl In The White Dress
The girl in the white dress walked in circles through the tall grass. Her expression serene, vacant, like the flowers that swayed in the breeze, beckoning her towords the tree that stood in the single bare spot in the vast space that was a field. Her circles continued as though she couldn’t decide which way to walk. A change in the air made her stop abruptly, her face contorting to an expression of fear. The breeze moved into a wind, snapping her dress against her legs. She flinched every time it hit. The crytal clear sky turned gray, then black, foreshadowing her future. The girl fell to her knees, whispering to the sky, her hands clawed the black robe that draped perfectly from the ominous beauty that stood before her. The woman’s face turned into a horrible sight of ugly. The girl screams, as the woman disappears as fast as she appeared. The girl continued to cry as she began to vanish from the field. The wind lessened, the sky turned back to blue, but the flowers ceased to beckon, but simply waved in the breeze, for the tree had vanished.
Add comment March 29, 2009
A School Assignment; The Color Of Hunger
The color of hunger is many colors. Dark colors mainly. Black, to blue, orange and yellow, but mostly red. It creeps into your mind, slowly burning its way to your stomach. Where it goes it scorches the path, leaving an empty hole behind. Feeding the color just keeps it at bay, but it is always there, changing colors. Black to green, orange and yellow, but always red.
Add comment February 22, 2009
Time
Pin Pricks, in my wall. Marking small, little memories, from then, who cares? but me. Standing, behind my back, my shadow is there. Waving goodbye to the past, going fast, away. Who Cares, about time, it’s only a number, what’s the difference from now, to sometime later.
Add comment February 21, 2009
Music.
The world is never silent.
The animals, the bugs, us.
We create noise.
We create Music.
1 comment August 11, 2008
Right. A writing…..
Do the right thing
As opposed to the wrong
You learn from mistakes
Then what?
Do the wrong thing? To learn? For personal gain?
Right or wrong thing
Two choices, Two answers
Are there more than two?
Or are these classifications, right and wrong?
Two words
So much weight on each
Is the wrong choice sometimes the right one?
What if what is right for one person is wrong for another?
Then I’m doing someone wrong
But what if the right choice is the choice where everyone is in the right?
Could that be true?
That there’s always another choice?
So many complications
I choose left.
1 comment August 11, 2008