maskedangels

If there were a way, If the world weren't so cruel If I could convey, If I could just say One thing One single thing A line So simple, so short Six words, no more But so much more Not a word more To convey all my heart's words Six words would tell you things,  So many things I'm sorry, Come home, I miss you, I love you, These things six words could say, And even more they would convey A deep longing, A wish, painful desire A dream Impossible dream My sorrow, and soul To you would be bare It is not courage, or a voice I lack But a way for my words to reach you If I could trust the wind To swiftly carry my words to you I would not shout,

They sing, they sigh, they silently cry whispering wordless sorrowful sayings. In the breeze sway these their sad song sounding somehow at ease.

Winter's breeze chills the trees Chills me so I sneeze But the sun above in cloudless blue And cry of gulls flying through As I sit here listening to leaves Playing on winter's breeze Makes me smile For a while Knowing spring Soon will bring Flowers blooming Bees buzzing Birds singing Crickets chirping Frogs croaking Sun shining And warmth will ride on spring's breeze No longer causing me to sneeze

Flame brightly burning passionately dancing and wiggling in the wind

 Long ago my children, when the world was still very young and the animals were new to it there was created a bird with a paleface and wings that were the same soot black as its back. In the beginning it was like all other birds, soaring through the clouds and at first this was good for it loved flying high in the air where it could look down at the Earth. But there came a time when Penguin needed to rest her tired wings and fill her empty belly. Penguin did not know what was good to eat though as she was still so new to the world. Just as she was wondering what she should do Hawk flew by. “Hawk,” she said, “you have been

“You want to know where I was last night? I suppose I may as well tell you...” *** I awoke to the sickly sweet smell of blood and the sound of something dripping – water I hoped for I found my mouth to be quite dry – and I dared not think what else it might be. Other than that the black room was silent; like a graveyard at midnight. Then I recalled that this was not a room at all, but really an old, dried up well which was in fact quite close to a graveyard. Forcing my aching bones to sit up I felt my head and found that one side of it was caked in dirt and dried blood to which a great deal of my hair had become stu

My High School Years Four years crawling by An unending nightmare Four years flying by A lucid dream My Reality Four years that were far from perfect Four years that were not what I expected My Classes Four years of Unwanted homework and overdue projects Four years of Beautiful music and fun art My Art Four years of favorite old forms Four years of exploring new mediums My Music Four years of endless sight reading, warmups, and practice Four years of fun songs and fantastic concerts My People Four years of faces Old friends, trusted and true Four years of faces New friends, crazy and cool My Family Four years of Catastrophe, one

If the world had to perish twice it would be by fire, then by ice. Hate would incinerate Earth's cities big and small. All that has been, all that we know It all would go. Snow mixed with ash would come to cover the barren land. Cover the rubble that was our land, Our land destroyed by our own hand. In painful, saddened silence Earth would wait Her hate abating, memory fading - No shred of us remaining. So years would pass in cloudy cold till one day the sun burst through Starting spring anew. Seeds sown long ago, Forgotten beneath the snow Would bud, breaking the surface and dotting the ground. Melting snow would make room for grass to gr

Empty whiteness Withdrawn, smothered in snow Lonely stars falling into night On the edge of the forest Straying, Unaware of myself Lost In thought

Mr. Miller's P.E. Class Breathing really hard Sweating lots, wanting water, Dying for a break Meteor Shower Stars brightly falling landing silent far away In the dark of night Sakura Spring Branches bending in Gentle breezes scattering Beautiful blossoms Haiku Short and simplistic Beautiful, deep haiku are Made of a moment