To Cry At The Moon

"What  does it mean to cry at the moon," she asked.

"It means that you appreciate the small things in life," I replied. 

"But the moon is not small," she said quietly. 

"It is to the naked eye," I replied. 

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Flipped

the trees sing as the birds sway
the whistling leaves cause the wind to rustle
the house drips as the faucet creeks
the apple eats a hole in the caterpillar
the pebbles gurgle as the stream stands still
they eyes talk as the mouth blinks
and my brain writes as my hand thinks

What A Perfect World

what a perfect world

discrimination runs rampant

as the hatred we have for each other grows each day. 

children go hungry till their bones are more noticeable then their eyes

what a perfect world

war devastates countries as people fight for pleasure 

children hear the sound of guns and missiles flying as they lay in bed

what a perfect world

people turn their heads to their neighbors who ask for help 

what a perfect world

what a delightful perfect world

A Box

Yesterday I received a box covered in bright colored paper
I did sing as I opened the thing
only to discover it was empty

I chewed some gum while I twiddled my thumb,
curious to why it was empty
An empty box in colorful paper, why would somebody send that?
I could not eat I could not sleep,
The curiosity ate at me
I paced the hall I walked the streets
But still the answer eluded me
My mind, it spiraled out of control
leaving me in a chaotic black hole
I quickly slipped to a horrid place that was impossible to escape
I never could solve the puzzle
And that is what caused me to go insane

The sound of Muscles

        Sometimes when I walk, if I pay attention, real close attention, I can feel my muscles moves beneath my skin. A smooth strong glide, sliding back and forth back back and forth. If I could hear the sound of my muscles I believe that they would sound something like the ocean. A smooth quiet sound of a small wave coasting over the wet sand. The gentle lull of the water as it moves and twists within itself.  


                                                                                      


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One Of My Favorite Poems

Why I Like This Poem  

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Annabelle Lee  By Edgar Allen Poe It was many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea, That a maiden there lived whom you may know By the name of Annabel Lee; And this maiden she lived with no other thought  Than to love and be loved by me. I was a child and she was a child, In this kingdom by the sea: But we loved with a love that was more than love-- I and my Annabel Lee; With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven Coveted her and me. And this was the reason that, long ago, In this kingdom by the sea, A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling My beautiful Annabel Lee; So that her highborn kinsman came And bore her away from me, To shut her up in a sepulchre In this kingdom by the sea. The angels, not half so happy in heaven, Went envying her and me-- Yes!--that was the reason (as all men know, In this kingdom by the sea) That the wind came out of the cloud by night, Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee. But our love it was stronger by far than the love Of those who were older than we-- Of many far wiser than we-- And neither the angels in heaven above, Nor the demons down under the sea, Can ever dissever my soul from the soul Of the beautiful Annabel Lee: For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side Of my darling--my darling--my life and my bride, In her sepulchre there by the sea, In her tomb by the sounding sea.

Air

          I used to know this girl. Her name was Air. She never talked much and kept to herself, playing in the tall grass all alone. Her mother was always running around, run run running.She has lots of jobs. When I asked her why she had so many jobs she told me it was because she had to have the money to care for her daughter. But I never saw her care for her daughter; I hardly ever saw her even talk to her daughter. Then one day Air was gone. Her mother finally stopped running, because she couldn't breathe.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                             Photo Credit

Why I Like Annabella Lee By Edgar Allen Poe

          When I first read Annabelle Lee by Edgar Allen Poe, I was quickly drawn in by the creative rhyming. He wrote this poem in such a way that it sounds almost like a story. He kept a young feel to his words and left me with a mysterious thoughtful feeling when I had finished.
        There are many questions that this piece did not answer that still leave me wondering. For example why did her family take her away from her love? Did they approve of him?  What did she look like? Each time I read this poem I am just as drawn to it as I was the first time I read it.

Blue Eyes

She walks, she walks
she walks again
she stops, she walks
she walks again
blue eyes, blue as the sky
and as she walks she holds her head high
by and by she met a guy
but as it turns out he was not the nicest guy
the years past,  the years past
but she remained in his tight gasp
blue eyes, blue as the sky
never seemed to keep very dry
drag drag
her feet did drag                                          
as her spirit began to sag
she knew she had to get a way
because she could not stand to stay
she packed, she packed
she packed and left
leaving not a single breath
she walks, she walks
she walks again
she stops, she walks
she walks again
blue eyes blue as the sky
always now are very dry

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Remember

         When we think of the important things I believe that most of our minds jump to people like Martin Luther King Jr. and President Lincoln. But do we ever really stop to think about the people who were some of the first to truly influence us? We never seem to give them credit or recognition for being some of the first names that we know as children and some of the last, I'm sure, that we'll remember. One of these people who I would like us all to remember is Dr. Seuss. Dr. Seuss created a whole new world for our minds to explore. His animals and creations were something new, like never seen before. I mean who wouldn't want a Zans to help open cans! So lets just remember the ones who were here since the beginning.
In the words of our beloved Dr. Seuss....
"and will you succeed?
Yes! You will, indeed!
(98 and 3/4 percent guaranteed.)
Kid, you'll move mountains!
So....
be your name Buxbaum or Bixby or Bray
or Mordecai Ali Van Allen O'Sheay,
you're off to Great Places!
Today is your day!
Your mountain is waiting.
So....get on your way!" 

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