I was coming to school and I seen a
bird following me. Then I went in school.
Then I seen it staring at me again. I run,
then it started running.
After that I lost it.
Then I went home as fast as I
could. Then the next day I went to
school and seen my friends. Then
we went to class and after last
period I left, then had a wonderful day.
Then someone tried to steal my things.
So I ran back and told my mom.
She tried to kill him because he was
trying to kill me.
Everything went well and the rain
fell. My heart raced as I
leaned in for the kiss. First
time kissing in the rain? Yes.
I went to the store and I saw
my friend stealing. I felt as if I
started to steal and we left.
Next thing I noticed, I had
something in my pocket. Bad
influences, I guess.
Video games everywhere! Under the
tree and in my room. I felt
so excited. My heart and blood spread.
But, it was nothing but a normal
Christmas.
A fairy tale is not fake and never will be.
A true story will make me crazy.
A lie can make me happy.
Windows are not made of glass
doors
do not have knobs.
Fans do not blow air.
Heaters don’t give heat.
Stories do not give…something.
This beautiful night,
Your shining eyes,
As you prowl through the forest.
Hunting your prey,
Ready to strike.
You move,
Stealthy, unseen,
Unkillable as always.
You approach your prey,
Your gleam in your eye sets them off,
and they run.
But you’re fast,
Faster than the ind.
And you strike them down,
With one blow to end it.
And you’ve won it.
You are the champion,
Mr. Wolf…
Don’t think
Don’t speak
Don’t move.
Just sit on the leveled park bench.
Hear the musical notes blowing
along the chords of the violin.
Hear the finch’s symphony
as he reinvents Mozart.
Take your ears and use them
as guitar picks; so you can
experience the guitar’s thrashing melody.
Use them as a bow for the
world’s smallest violin. That way
you’ll see that no sound is too small.
Use them to ring each
bell in the choir of the bells.
String them up like puppets so they
can hear from a composer’s point of view
as he instructs an orchestra.
Seat them at the front of the theatre
so that sleeping beauty’s fatal gasp
rings in their memory.
Let them sink to the Titanic so
they can hear the song
of the blue whales.
Then, you’ll know how to listen.