Category: 05th

Peace feels like the soft hands
of my mother and a
warm slice of pumpkin pie on a
cold Thanksgiving Day
Peace looks like my loving family
Hugging me tight for a good night’s sleep
Peace tastes like fresh, warm cookies
Peace sounds like a warm fire
crackling fire
on a cold Christmas morning
Peace smells like a freshly baked slice of
cake my mother made for me on my birthday
Peace is relaxing silence with someone to love
This is Peace

Follow me and you will see the voices

inside of we.

Everyone has a voice

inside that they can share far and wide.

I like to cook,
So I follow the book.
I will make this cake,
happily true.
But, don’t worry,
No, don’t worry.
‘Cause it will be for you.

Through drama and pain
Through storms and rain
There is no end
Even if I’m in a fight with a friend
Everyday I have at least one hour with a smile on my face
My heart has finally found it’s place
Even if I get no answer when I call
I will not fall
I will not go down
I will not drown
Whatever mean thing you say to me won’t matter
Because my heart can’t shatter
The only person I want to be
Is me

When I look over the edge…. I think
about loss and regret
When I look over the edge…I wonder
what’s down the road for me
When I look over the edge…I see
darkness and rocks
When I look over the edge…I think
what’s down there
So I stand there for a while…
When I look over the edge…
I take a breath, then jump.

Once upon a time,
A dark, shadowy night,
Is daylight for an owl’s sight,
An echo started it to flight.

The night-bird
Lands softly on a branch,
Its eyes the same color
From the darkness behind it.

The night-bird flies where
A child with a scar
Hands the night-flyer a letter.
The owl flies off in the path of a star.

The tree the owl landed on,
Was started from one branch,
To two, three branches,
And so on, echoing the previous limbs.

The owl sends the letter
To the owner’s friend,
The night-bird goes to descend.

I’ve always wondered,
Can someone be both
An Angel and Devil?
I know someone who’s an angel,
He certainly doesn’t look like one,
He’s a kin
Who teaches me a violin,
He helps me at least a dozen times a day
And even taught me to solve a Rubix Cube.

I know someone who’s a devil,
He really does look like one sometimes to me,
He gets on my nerves,
Annoys me until I get angry,
Gives me the nastiest stink eye.
He even kicked me out of a Google Doc.

I know someone who’s both an angel and devil.
He changes all the time.
Sometimes he’s in a good mood
And makes us both laugh.
Sometimes he’s just a devil
With a dreadful personality
Who is rude and abusive.

When he’s a devil,
He raises his voice,
He glares at me,
Makes himself the wolf
And creates me into a deer.

When he’s an angel,
He shares things with me,
We build things together,
And makes me think,
I have the best brother.