Category: 06th

Heading to the camp
Headlights shining in the night
Road stretching onward

The road is ending
Trees loom like tall green giants
Mountains stretch upward

Tents slowly rise up
Underneath the black night sky
Animals move around

Waking up early
Watch the sunrise, red and gold
Over the mountains

Crackling and popping
A bright orange tornado
Illuminating

Breakfast is ready
Pancakes over the fire
Clean up the dishes

Heading up the trail
A path of rocks, dirt, and grass
Going up and down

Legs slowly aching
Reaching the end of the trail
Finally, we made it

Laughing and cheering
We are on top of the world
Slowly heading back

The sun starts to set
Settling down like a blanket
Stars begin to shine

Crackling and popping
A bright orange tornado
Illuminating

Dinner is ready
Hotdogs over the fire
Clean up the dishes

Sit and watch he starrs
Gleaming like silver diamonds
In a blue black field

Drifting off to sleep
Sleeping under the bright stars
Outside and happy

Departing the camp
Headlights shining in the night
Road stretching onward

The Author of a book
can be the narrator.
Or, the Author could
be the main character.
The Author could simply
not be in the story.
Or, the Author could
be on the sidelines
watching and waiting.
The Author could be
the villain or the hero.
The Author could even
be the puppet master
controlling everything.
Watching in amusement.
Or…
The Author could be just that.

The Author.

You shine down.
Rainbow of black.
Casting a shadow.
Strong.
Beautiful.
I love you.
I love you.
Rainbow of black.

Real rain drumming on the roof, calming you, or waking you up. Rain that sprinkles itself down on you as you run, catch drops in your mouth. Rain in your head “too many noises too many sounds”:
Stress.
Rain that makes you sad and washes all hopes away, cancels a game or cancels a thought.
Ignore them, let your mental rain drain their comments away.
Ignore them, don’t let them make you stop writing.
Rain that drenches your clothes or your book. That makes you yell out in anger and rush back to your home. Into your family and their loving arms. The Rain wasn’t real, but painful and heart-breaking; imagine a drain and let it disappear.
They have a storm of their own.

T he car stopped.
H orrified, I looked at my friend.
E verything had been fine until the
C at jumped in the road.
A fter that we drove off.
T he cat had been hit.
I was
S till trembling.
A ll I could think about was the
L oud crash, and
I couldn’t take my mind off the
V iolent scene.
E verything happened so fast.

The layers of glistening sand
Shine innocently
Playfully whistling.
Betrays you.

Along the swirling Horizon
Darkness turns
Hitting with all of its force
Splashing furiously on the innocent beach.
The shady shadow
The malicious ocean
Grinning.

It comes to you coldly
The dark drowning waves
The everlasting bubbles
When have I seen
Such a corrupt smile?

No escaping
No leaving
The ever-expanding universe
of the ocean.

Our world is miraculous,
filled stunning scenery.
One hill after another,
pastures of cows,
littered flowers,
Mountains after mountains,
Valleys after valleys
A world of scenery, and peace.
But,
There can be horrible,
Michievias
Nasty
Unpleasant,
things.
Littering people,
Plastic in the sea,
Oil spills
Dying animals,
At the same time,
There can be interesting things
Books,
Phones,
Computers,
Paper,
Ink,
Animals,
Mother nature,
ME

Oh, the scenic views before me
The breeze sweeping the tall, long grass
Tall giants loom, forming a valley
Up on the mountains you can see tiny dots of people
Wildflowers pepper the sea of grass
Perhaps a sly squirrel chasing a mouse
Tiny pebbles litter the ground
A sparkling lake filled with fish and ducks
A spiraling winding road cuts through all of this
Separating animals from others
Standing atop the mountain I could see everything
Everything
A blue
Red
Yellow
brown
Geyser in the distance
Faraway, you could see old faithful
Spouting water every hour to two
A mile away you could view a fantastic array of mini geysers
Spraying whenever they wanted
Just behind us a field of flowers
Endless
Me,
I was dressed in a yellow hoodie
Paired with light pink leggings
Black shoes
Me,
I was delighted
I was inspired

There was a girl
Lonely and unheard
For she was shouting
At the top of her lungs
Everyone should of heard
Should of
But
No
No one heard
Everyone could only hear whispers and murmurs
She was blind
And deaf
A walking stick guiding her way
People following her to translate everything
Everything
Dressed in a poor way
Her desk lay scattered with things
She had no pretty
No story
She was just there
There for everyone to see
How they could’ve been like
Everyone was reminded of their terrible soul
People shoved her
wrestled her
Taking her things
Laying them astray
Oh, you should’ve seen
All the thing the bullies did
Oh my oh

Me,
I was staring at a swirling
Dizzying
Piece of paper
It looked so
Convincing
Fantastic
But, oh
The black
The white
The moving circles
Swallowing me in
Taking me away from where I was
Rubbing me with glue
And sticking me onto the piece of paper
So alive
So consuming
Grabbing me
My eyes swirling
Spinning
Until
They were no more