Why is poetry dying
when we still have the gift?
If we still have water
then we still have a ship.
We can sail to the places
these words take us.
We are still shaken
by the words that make us.
Why should we let poetry die
when there is so much to explore?
If only people read it
and discovered more.

Darkness triggered the moonlight
with no wolves howling
causing a deep fright
for a walk in the night.

Clouds cover the stars
with cold winds against the trees
with things as spooky as they are
you better not go too far.

As the owls shout who
and you hear a loud noise.
You don't know what to do
when you turn around and hear boo!

She lay in the corner
hungry,*****,and cold.
She was all alone
and she was only 7 years old.

With her parents dead,
she was left on the streets.
Her body covered in scars
and blisters plastered her feet.

No one noticed her abandonment
all too busy with their own lives.
She will rot in her grimy skin
because no one hears her cries.

she grabbed a soft stone

and eyed  the skipping it does.

she inhaled the misty, fall air

and twirled her auburn hair.



she glared up to the canary leaves

dangling thinly on their limbs.

her flats tapping to the music making

of the trees strumming and shaking.



she beckons down

at the candy corn fronds

wading in the morning stream

like an autumn's dream.

Sometimes God puts a comma
because your story is not over.
Sometimes He puts a period,
but He will give you closure.

The beautiful flow
of rushing droplets
racing to the stream.

The sun glimmers so bright
onto the this lovely thing
with it's radiant beam.

Water so fresh
and so fine
that of its grayish blue.

A sight so breathtaking
as it shimmers on every eye
taking in the water front view.

All her body covered in tears
like a salt filled bath.
A river of water
flowing in her path.

She tries to swim in her tears
one drop after the last.
Every memory haunts her,
she can't escape her past.

She envies the happy
standing on the sun.
Being able to stand in peace
not having to run.

Though we all have problems
we try to run from,
and if we escape too many
it won't be just some.

It's hard to stand
when you're drowning in tears.
Do all you can do
in order to conquer your fears.

Life gives us a chance
to capture more than one.
Maybe one day you will be happy
and standing on the sun.