One check of my accomplishments,
But furthermore a verification for skills,
The art of conversation shall be my judge,
And my experience so far my partner in crime,
As the master of this angelic pen I'll suffice,
Even if they find me underwhelmed,
Or leave with disappointment without another word,
It is only proof, I have too much to improve to give up!
One way or the other, I find my hand guide the way,
With gentle movements, a delicate caligraphy has been created,
Thus, a deep breath, calming my tired nerves, helps me relax,
A clear mind is required for a difficult task after all,
And so, my hand gently, softly calls for the cover of this pen,
Time flew past without distraction, confidently,
Handing away this work I wait for the results,
Starting to become nervous down to my very core,
What if it wasn't good enough?

~ Umi

A baby cries upon the sand
Aimlessly
In tune with gulls
Floating as still as his mobile.

All people out there that think they are nothing,
you are something.
Don't hang around those who don't appreciate you.
Never think anything lower of yourself.
Be yourself, stay calm, and stand up for others.
Because we are all important in our own way.
All people out there don't judge a book by its looks.
It might turn out to be a good book, and a great friend.

I am writing these words in an empty notebook
On a warm, humid, mid-summer morning,
Masked by the speckled shade of my tree's canopy.

My dog stands beside me
His paws among the crisp grass
Covered by dew and red fallen petals.

From across the lake in front of me,
there are birds sending eloquent songs
On a journey across the placid waters;

Above me is a juvenile blue-jay,
Still without its royal blue crest,
which has made this its home.

This beautiful scene I am immersed in,
Gorgeous like a painting still drying,
Its wet paint glistening,
Has become my home.

The night was cold outside the window.
He was warm.
Tucked against him was a slight girl with wavy hair
and deep brown eyes.
She was fast asleep,
her chest rising and falling against his arm.
A thick blanket was drawn over the pair.
He could feel the smooth warm skin
of her back on his own chest.
He pulled her closer,
taking a deep breath.
She smelled like home.
Something warm and familiar
as if he had known it all his life somehow,
more familiar then the smell of oil on his hands.
He gripped her a little tighter,
their legs tangling under the covers.
She made a small noise in her sleep and smiled a little,
rolling over to face him
and tucking her face into his neck,
one of her arms slipping around his torso.
He smiled,
summer filling his chest,
warm and golden.
He loved this girl more then she could understand,
and he hoped she knew it.
He smoothed her hair gently,
tucking it behind her ear so he could see her face.
She had high cheekbones
dusted with freckles that seemed to glow in the faint moonlight.
Her long dark lashes
fluttered slightly as she took a deep breath,
releasing it in a puff of air
that tickled his collarbone.
Taking his eyes away from her face
he stared out the window into the night.
The moon hung low in the sky,
its light streaming in through the window,
illuminating the room with blues and grays.
It was ethereal and calm.
No one could do anything about them now.
He felt he was in his own little world with her,
a world he never wanted to leave.
A world they had both worked so hard to reach.
It was perfect for the two,
angels of the night.

I fell asleep listening to your breathing
it sounded like music in my ears
the way your chest rose and fell
the sound of your inhale, exhale
rocked me fast to sleep

I was sailing in

my own storm

but now, I am

at ease.

Sailing in

my lake of

tranquility;

for You have given

me, peace.

Fear lingers the air
A rush of emotions
unprepared
my guard was down
safety in the plush maroon
blanket shrouding my tear-filled face.

I have begun to escape the bliss
I have seen the bad in myself
I have seen that you see them too

I am no longer the epitome of your
perfection, you scrape across me
with your saddened eyes

You see the flaws I let seep from my shell
The labyrinth of my mind invited you in
but you got lost
slamming against the walls
an anger is misunderstanding
an angst in the unknown

I wish I could calm the tempest
that has found home in your temples
veins arise in anger and lack of oxygen

my dear, I used to be your breath of fresh air
now I am toxic waste
flooding your system
only to drown you in the short comings of
me.

With fire in the west,
Hope dances on the horizons back
The line, where colors rip and claw for life

Breath it in,
Exhale to calm
To become an artifact of choice
Infused with perception
That last bit of light illuminates a sonogram of the soul