Friday, December 30, 2011

Raining Through Time

The windows gather steam,
as two opposite temperatures meet,
separated by only glass.
The steam turns into small drops of water
which sometimes stay put in one spot on the window
but sometimes also roll down the glass
leaving a small shaky trail.
The drops right now are almost all lined up,
or as close as they'll ever get to a straight line.
They have all paused as if holding their breath.
From inside and looking out it seems as if time has frozen in rain.
Except people still walk by and clouds move through the sky,
time can be very deceiving.

Monday, December 26, 2011

End of Christmas

Look at the lights,
sparkling bright.
Christmas has passed leaving warm fuzzy feelings inside
and newly repaired friendships.
Next is New Year, what will 2012 bring?

Monday, December 19, 2011

Gingerbread Cookies

Gingerbread men, they really are so strong.
Those gingerbread men they walk around in the kitchen,
and survive the oven.
They have smiley or sad faces
and normally buttons of any color they want.
Those ginger bread men they are baked and decorated,
then eaten, yum.
These are some gingerbread cookies I made to give as gifts for Christmas!

Sunday, December 18, 2011


The lights are all up.
The ornaments too.
There's even a pine and cinnamon scent.
The mistletoe is hung.
The gifts are all wrapped under the tree
waiting for eager openings.
Christmas time is near and Hanukkah too
but I'm sorry to say I do not know much about Judaism.
Still there is a nice wintery cheer that hangs in the air
and tells us there's a great new year coming.

Sunday, December 11, 2011


Is writing addictive like coffee or drugs?
It can burrow deep in your soul and help release the most complex emotions.
If it is addictive then not in a bad way surely.
Writing expresses or tells stories.
It is very powerful;
language can be annoying at times but everyday life would be hard without it.
So then, could writing be almost a necessity?

Saturday, December 10, 2011


How can lights be so bright?
Is the sun their idol for the amount of
light they want?
They must get bored just sitting there on the
ceiling or on a nightstand or the floor.

Monday, December 5, 2011

The Unknown Mountain

There's that unknown mountain that lays so far away.
My eyes squint to see the small hills to the side.
This unknown mountain holds so much beauty
which is summed up to mostly,
mountain shadows in front of a light pink sky. 
At a closer view there are huge 
trees, and rivers, and maybe some bears.
This beauty repeats all over the earth 
and cannot be created easily.
Let's protect it.

Sunday, December 4, 2011


Christmas is such a happy time.
We are all brought together as we smell the
pies and cookies and pasta.
We eat the yummy food and socialize.
We are like a family although
separated by blood.

Thursday, December 1, 2011


There is no such thing as national normality.
Normality is simply what one is accustomed to.

Wednesday, November 30, 2011

Colors of Autumn

Leaves fall from the trees;
brought to the ground in one soft breeze. 
Colors are all so different, 
yet blend into beauty. 
This orange and red and brown, 
these ones are so alike.
But the green of the leaves hanging onto the trees
is a color of an opposite type.
Still, together this is a natural, beautiful, 

Sunday, November 27, 2011


What truly changes feelings?
Earlier today I thought it must depend on your amount of sleep
but with more consideration found that to be wrong.
What makes anger seem silly some days but on others like not enough.
Why is it I smile easily all the time but today am having trouble.
Someone can be happy sad or angry but the amount of those feelings and
what it takes for them to come is always varying.
Of course it does partly depend on hunger, thirst, and sleep
except it seems as if there is something else too.
Something there are no words for.
What is it?

Friday, November 25, 2011


I made this on paint. I think I'm going to write a poem for my imaginative point of view on it. If anyone's reading this, I would love it if you commented saying how you first interpreted it.

It's like a game of chess.
The two colors swirl and spot the playing field.
They work and twist together but also
separate and fight against one another.
One makes a swirl holding so much power that in the swirl it changes the color of the one which is purple everywhere else.
The design holds its self together and accepts even through seperation.

Wednesday, November 23, 2011

Kind of Perfect by Armor for Sleep

Can I just be something,
somewhere in your room,
that you won't notice.

Maybe I'll be paper,
or books thrown on the floor,
move me when you want to.

I'll live where you put me,
in your VCR,
if I become a cassette.

Or on top of your computer,
if that's where I would fit,
then so be it.

Monday, November 21, 2011

Rainy Cloudy Days

Its a strange thing, to be home on those rainy, cloudy days.
Sleeping in and waking up at ten as I look out my window I notice how dark it is.
Because of the darkness it seems as if it is very early in the morning instead of the middle of the day.
This whole day feels both energetic and drowsy at the same time.
Dreams are bouncing around in my head an I am fluttering around the house.
Its a nice dark rainy day.

Friday, November 18, 2011

Where Everything Falls

There is a place somewhere
And everything there falls.
It goes and goes and we don’t know
if it will ever hit the ground.
There's couches and tables and chandeliers.
There’s dogs and cats and zebras.
They fall and fall until they sleep forever.
This is a place of death but they all think of it in different ways.
The couches usually think of it as frightening,
up until their colors fade and they fall apart.
The dogs are excited for the fall.
It may take them by surprise but are happy with all the wind.
Most dogs will even welcome the sleep they never wake up from; for they know that everyone gets their turn for that sleep eventually.
So many things fall here but where do they go?

Saturday, November 5, 2011


How long can I stay here?
I do not belong.
I'm a shattered mess
surrounded in this portrait of beauty
which is closer to perfection then natural.
How can something so mangled be in the middle
of something so perfect?
From a distance it looks like a perfect scene.
A happy girl laying in a perfect meadow.
But from my view the meadows beauty
also sends threats and taunts me.
But I must hide and show others the appearance
of who I used to be.

Wednesday, November 2, 2011

November naps

November naps in the sun.
I feel so happy and warm with the bright sun shining down on me
and sending prickles of warmth through my body,
but at the same time theres a chill breeze which is making me a little cold.
I want to get up but the sun is nice and my friend really wants to stay.
So I lay here and focus on the warmth.

Wednesday, October 26, 2011

Blinking change

Can the whole world change in the blink of an eye?
Of course it can with every change happening
every second.There doesn't even have to be change
for difference to happen.
It all depends on perspective.

Tuesday, October 25, 2011


My feelings have extinguished they've all disappeared.
It leaves me in peaceful happiness
and is music to my ears.
I feel no pain,
or sorrow,
or anger.
My mind thinks of everything and also nothing.
I am happy.
I do not care what people think
of how I act or
what I do or
what I say.
I am peaceful in myself
and feel ready to do anything.

Friday, October 21, 2011

Waiting Forever

Just standing in the same place,
standing, standing, standing, staying.
All memories fading away,
fading pasts leaving.
Future, past, and present are all indifferent
and time seems to slow and speed simultaneously.
Standing, waiting for the best to come,
knowing waiting is a waste,
wanting to leave but a trees roots have grown
around two standing legs.
Tears sliding down cheeks,
tears, sliding, spilling.


Water falls and spurts;
it takes many forms.
It both stays together,
but separates.
It helps us all grow,
yet what does it ask in return?
It asks to stay clean,
to keep giving more life.
It asks to show us all greener days.
We don't listen.