week22-10

It was beautiful
Sun reflected off the water
Slowly
Leaving us in the darkness
Sun reflected off the water
Streaked with yellow, orange and purple
Leaving us in the darkness
Like the sky was filled with thousands of colored lanterns
Streaked with yellow, orange, and purple
Like the sky was filled with thousands of colored lanterns
The sunset fades away
I sat and watched the sun go down
Gone
The sunset fades away
No more golden color
Gone
Slowly
No more golden color
It was beautiful

I see my skis
Black and white and green
As I sled down the hill, I’m shivering,
My legs are bouncing
From the chill.
I notice a fox
Searching for some food.
Then a hare hops by
And the chase is on. I hear car zooming past,
The whip of the wind
And the whoosh of the snow. Excitement Read more »

(Inspired by Robert Frost)

Are there deer here? I think I know
If we’re quiet they might show
They won’t know if I stay
Near this pine, I crouch low

I wonder if they know I stay
They take a drink from the bay
Now the deer climbs the hill
“Stay still,” I say

The deer does not know I want to kill
So it best to stay still
So I can take a shot
Then I have to hike down the hill

I don’t want to go
Still, I have to though
Many miles before I am warm
Many miles before I am warm

inspired by Jacqueline Sweeney

If I were a snow globe,
I’d be admired,
I’d be shaken every day,
I would live at a little girl’s night table,
And watch people walk by,
And shake me,
I would be like a tornado,
My snow going around
In a swirly kinda way,
Swirl ...
Swirl...
Swirl...

It’s so cold I can feel icicles
In my nose.
I take a deep breath
And when it comes out
It looks like steam.
I look toward the bottom of the trail
For a monster jump.
There!
At eleven o’clock
It’s a mogul.
A little hill covered in snow,
Two feet high.
Perfect.
WHOOSH !
I’m off!

Racing between these little hills,
Like a rabbit darting between trees.
I am racing down
One of the hardest trails in
New England.
Paradise.
60 degrees steep.
Trees all around you
Like an attacking army.
Eight-foot waterfalls
Frozen in mid-fall.
“It’s do or die, literally, ”I think. Read more »

It was beautiful
My enormous skis
Just gliding
Nothing in my way

My enormous skis
keeping me balanced
Nothing in my way
Soaring through the air like an eagle

Keeping me balanced
My skis like a combination of wings and arrows
The wind blowing in my face
Skis as wide as possible

My skis like a combination of wings and arrows
The wind blowing in my face
Skis as wide as possible
I get closer to the ground

The wind blowing in my face
Just gliding
I get closer to the ground
It was beautiful

I've never seen such a beautiful, deep shade of purple.

On a sweatshirt so beautiful, I thought my favorite color was blue.

I wanted to act on stage, but i couldn't do it without the sweatshirt. Then I heard my cue

to go on stage. I put on the sweatshirt and I was really happy.

I went on stage as a purple dog: the dog catcher caught me and put me in a cage!

I had so much fun on stage - in a cage - as a purple dog.

But that's not all...

As I was acting, something went wrong! A magical wizard popped up and Poofed me out, back in time, without my sweatshirt. Read more »

Stars

No one

is ever

alone.

If you feel lonely,

look up.

There are

a million friends

waiting up there,

for you to remember them.

Twinkling happily,

they wave,

and give you

welcoming hugs.

They giggle,

and dance,

and twitter

like birds,

but really,

they are just

balls of light

and happiness.

Don't forget that.

Don't be lonely,

because really,

you're not alone.

I look in the mirror
And there I see
My reflection, looking back at me
In my mind there is a riddle
The concept with which I have fiddled
There’s so much to see
But no way to go
Everyday pace seems so slow
I wish that I could have a pass
To do as I please
To be free at last!
I smile at the thought
And my reflection does too
Getting ready for school
Is not something I want to do
Every day a clone of the last
I want something new
I want to make time go fast
Maybe to be in the city
Or live like a queen
It’s not just a dream
Boring old subjects
The same old seats Read more »

Passion
What do you do to me?
You change my mind
And those of the people around me
Why so much?
Why so many?
Why so hard?
Stop changing my mind
Messing with me
You have done a lot
But watch out
Don’t go bad…

I wait for you....
...in the garden across the way,
where sepals furl,
unblemished by frost...

...You infect my dreams and wind through my stream on consciousness 'til you are right beside me, whispering secrets in my unforgiving ears...

...turned cold by the frost and the wind
And the waiting.
I turn to your steamed
Warm face, red cheeks opposite
my frostbitten mind

I am from apple pie, from warm fall nights and bike rides.
I am from the maple tree in my front yard,
my back rest as I read under its limbs.
I’m from the mountains surrounding my hometown as they change color each season.
I am from cookies and hot chocolate
to
barbecues and late night boat rides.
I am from the jocks and the drama geeks.
I’m from my mother’s rule’s and my father’s word.
I’m from my grandfather’s barn and the rolling meadows as dawn approaches.
I am from the
soccer field and the
hockey rink, Read more »

One day, I was with my friends Logan and Brent. We were all hanging out, and we decided to go to Logan's house. "You guys just gotta be quiet, my Mom is home." Read more »

I feel my teeth sink in

I feel as they collide with the warmth

my tongue shrieks back

as if to say how was I supposed to know it was going to be that hot

The flavors fill my mouth

like a herd of buffaloes all rushing in at once

grease, cheese, pineapple, ham, tomato

I lean back

I feel like I am in paradise

and all it took was a piece of Hawaiian pizza

An unasked question hangs on the tip of my tongue
While I hang on your every word.
Does it need to be heard, or named
To be accepted?
Do you want it to be-
Or more importantly, do you want it to be me?
How long is this wait, or should I even question fate?
How do you decide with your head
The matters of your heart?
And I know I shouldn’t worry now
About what I’d regret later
Or I’ll miss out on the present.
Am I too old to get the feeling
Of butterflies in my stomach,
Flying upward to scramble my thoughts?
How would I know if the flaps of those wings Read more »

The world spins 'round and 'round,
and the face of fate,
is facing everyone.
The face of fate.
Just the name,
it makes me cry.
Yesterday, I saw you.
You were walking around,
and you were smiling.
Today, I saw you.
You were different.
You weren't smiling
and you weren't living.
You were gone.
And I never said good-bye.

To live without colors, there is no possible way
They are our rivers, our sunset, our light
For they are used and seen each day
Without them we would be black and white
They are our rivers, our sunset, our light
We live each day, seeing all these things
Without them we would be black and white
With color galore, like our eyes had wings
We live each day, seeing these things
A yellow, orange, red, green and blue
With color galore, like our eyes with wings
Brown and pink, purple, teal are some too
A yellow, orange, red, green and blue
For they are used each day Read more »

I’m biting my nails.
I ball up my iron fists and-
You Are Arctic Cold.
“How could you leave me?” I say
It’s calm, the words flow out of me naturally, like
The first flakes of snow-
a summer stream running through the woods by your house.
We make eye contact for the first time since-
Your Body Went Limp.
I can remember when our eyes first
shook hands and made small talk.
Yours weren’t as bloodshot, and
mine weren’t so confident.
“You didn’t matter” you begin “I felt like there was nothing left”
Your honesty makes my insides catch fire. Read more »

The feel of command:
she responds to my every move.

The desert of water
stretches in all directions.

The radio crackles to life
announcing some ship's course.
The captain answers.

I grip the wheel in disbelief
at how obedient this boat is.

The screen door swings open
and slams shut
as we run outside,
hooting and hollering.
We bear towels and beach chairs
as we wince barefoot
down the long, rocky walk
to the pond.

Boys claim the floating dock,
Girls claim the water trampoline.
War begins
as we are pushed in the water.
Noodle-battles break out,
captive salamanders are stolen,
sand-castles are kicked over,
splashing fits between teams.
Crying,
pouting,
revenge.
Enemies will be kept forever.

But among the chaos,
no one notices my dad dive in:
the T-Monster.
Under water, he grabs one of us. Read more »

The trees
Begin to lean and sway,
The sky begins to fade away.
The sun is blocked by furious rain,
While the thunder screams
With cracking pain.
The a bolt of flashing light,
Just to finish off
The night.

Orange is the taste of a mango on a hot summer day.
Orange is something that doesn’t go away.
Orange is the energy inside,
running, jumping, something you can’t hide.
Orange is a fire generating heat.
Orange is a rhythm, a strong beat.
Orange is the embers burning in the gloom,
spreading a faint light in a dark room.
Orange is a pumpkin, lit up by a candle.
Orange is the shine from copper on a handle.
Orange is juice, fresh produce.
Orange’s feeling is gentle but strong.
Orange belongs.
Imagine a world with no orange behind our head.
There would be
no room,
no space,
no comfort,
for a redhead.

It's everywhere and nowhere
all at the same time
to have it is unfair
to offer it is unkind

Rich people need this
The poor have a limitless supply
Losing, it is bliss
Lo mein belongs in Shanghai.

It's found in a space vacuum,
but rarely on a book cover.
By now it is safe to assume
oh, nothing, you are my lover.

I walk in a strange new place
darkness surrounds me
and an unknown voice is all I can hear
I am overwhelmed by the black
I see with every turn I take,
if only I had a light
to see through this unbearable night

The wind brings endless movement to the world.
The wind makes the grass dance.
The wind makes new path ways for the clearest of waters.
The wind allows the trees to communicate with one another.
The wind brings new air to Earth.
The wind lets the leaves fall where they want to.
The wind brings distant noises to ones ears.
The wind allows conversation to be lost and found.

Cutting through the air, a dart of morbidity.
Its whir a harbinger for little winged bugs.
Right time, right place; we call it serendipity.
A blur-its victim soon merits the reaper's tug.

The swift arc of death -
Grace in its most original form,
Like a sword needs its sheath,
the swatter requires a swarm.

The head, the tail, the entire framework
resembles a hunter; a cobra, waiting still.
Its prey succumbs in a sickening jerk.
Crafted by man; an instrument to kill.

Broadway
Times Square
Wall Street
Avenues
Boroughs
So much to know
Love it
Hate it
Everyone’s got an opinion
Street vendors
Central Park
Really want to go back
Manhattan
Queens
The Bronx
Gotta see ‘em all
Yankees
Lights brighten the night
Ben Bailey roaming the street
In his cash cab
Rainbow Room,
NBC,
The Big juicy Apple,
New York City.

Franklin slams the door.
Excitement trickles through me.
The squeak of sneakers
on the floor mat
is electrifying.
The warm hug that follows,
shocks me with happiness.

Hearty laughter echoes through the halls
on my way to bed.
The house shakes with Franklin's energy.
And I’m filled
with a surges of delight.

Throughout the week
I can feel his spark
brighten up our home.
His voice lifts my spirits
His "hellos" in the mornings
fill up my body
with the power of one hundred
light bulbs.

But at the end of the week
I hear sneakers on the floor mat, Read more »

Josh slipped back into the realm of consciousness somewhere between the hours of midnight and 3 AM. It was one of those “oh-crap-I’m-in-a-dark-alley-what-the-hell-happened-this-time” deals. The sound of dogs barking and the ever-present police siren echoed across the streets. Damnit, I’m downtown. Downtown where, he didn’t know.
He shoved himself up from the cold concrete and scanned his surroundings. Your average, everyday, creepy dark alley in the middle of a sketchy city. Josh realized he had no recollection of what city he was in, but immediately decided it must be in Jersey. Read more »

Soft
Fluffy
Loving
Cuddling
Adorable
Precious
Curled up in your lap purring

Jumping
Climbing
Springing
Dashing
Running
Speeding
On quick agile paws

Meowing
Howling
Scratching
Clawing
Hissing
Chasing
Being chased by bouncing, rolling puppies