Category: permission

Words.

Love
Beauty
Truth
Happiness
these are words
Hate
Lies
Anger
Loss
these are also words

words can do many things
they can
Win
Lose
Cheat

words can
Build
words can
Destroy

but all words are like pieces,
parts of people,

 

I stand there as guns boom
People run by
Blood and tears soaked the land
Where so many people have died
Screams of pain
Screams of war
The killing
The hurt
Hundreds of men on the floor
Clawing at the blood stained Earth
Was this how all humanity would perish
Something grabs my leg
A boy
About fifteen
His shirt has blood
Children cry
He looks at me with pale blue eyes struggling to find life
To survive
The sky is no longer pale blue like his eyes
It is red as the land
The ocean
The blood
Animals lay wounded
Caught in the arms of death
As the whole Earth seemed to tremble
As it takes it’s final breath

 

There were voices as I sank

Mumbled voices rippling through the black waters

I’m helpless to do anything as the darkness swallows me up

Depending on air to breath I had no chance of survival

Water filled my nose

My lungs

There was no light

Only darkness escaping from the depths

I lay there motionless

Then

He comes

I had imagined

Him to be a light

So bright you couldn’t see

His features

But instead

He had white robes on

And bare feet

He pressed down on my chest

And filled my lungs with air I stood at the bottom of the

Atlantic Ocean

Unable to speak but alive

I breathed the salty current

I felt the endless waters

It was time to go

And I knew it

I took His hand

And closed my eyes

I woke

I was laying on grass

Crystal flowers around me

Colors you couldn’t imagine

I stood up

And looked around

If you saw what I saw

Would you believe it

No Because you haven’t seen it yet

The weight that pulled me from the back

The softest feathers tickling my arms

Wings

The most marvelous wings

I soared high into the sky

Twirling and spinning

There was nothing to slow me down

The joy

The happiness

That now filled me to the brim

But I looked back

Oh how I wish

I hadn’t looked back

For what I saw brought sadness back into my heart

Like a door opening

With inviting hands

Earth

It’s blue waters

And green land

Now was behind me

Small as it was

Blackness surrounded it

Shrouded it in a thick blanket of dark

A trill like a fresh breeze rolling through the air.
A paradise of tropical, lime-like scents.
Petals like delicate silk between my fingers.
A colorful flame you at the seams, amidst a field of cool green.
A taste airy and flavorful, pockets of joy.

Beauty, a spring valley, laughter, radiance, life.

I pluck it from its stem, selfishly claiming its life,
To use as an accessory, to give away in a bundle,
To place on a shelf with its friends
So I can call it a collection.

A symbol of hope, pure and kind.

 

Salty ocean waves lapping over my feet.
The relaxing sounds of water soothing me.
The sun beats down on my face and neck.
If your looking for a beach, this one is the best.

Crystal blue waters and clear cloudless skys.
I love Galveston, it’s not a surprise.

Collecting seashells and pearly shark teeth
With my wet hair and soaked swimsuit is hard to beat.

Toes on the damp land and flip flops in hand,
This beach is like my home but covered in sand.

I wish I would never have to leave
The amazing island that’s part of me.

I glance over at the beautiful aqua waves
Washing over the ending sandy summer day.

 

In the middle of the night
the barn owl you might sight
it’s hooting swooping in the air
above the big black bear
Mice scampering on the ground
the foxes don’t make a sound
Squirrels are in their nest
nighttime is the best.

 

My favorite book,
I like to read it in my nook,

Katniss is the girl on fire,
In mocking jay part 2 from the arena she retires,

Peeta is her loved one,
Prim also loves her a ton,

President snow,
Is an evil foe,

Death is all around,
But Katniss stands her ground.

 

I am in your sock drawer,
The socks are keeping my body warm,

I overheard you ask mom,
“Where is my charger?”

I’m happy I am not turned on,
Or else I would have died!

I overheard now, you found my charger,
But… not me yet,

Please hurry up to find me,
My camera is itching to take another picture!

 

Dad-The cold water, travels far but comes back. He gets us fish and shrimp..whatever we need.

Mom-The warm sand, gives us a place to stand and guides us to the ocean.

Ashton-The tall palm tree, knows which way to blow and grows with knowledge.

Me-I’m the little turtle, still learning where to go in a big ocean.

Cole-The small sand caste, stands tall and firm but gets knocked down easily, when he is hurt he returns to the sand who helps him get back up again.