The Lake Front

Like the pumpkin
Large and round
The moon shines on the lake
The weeping willow
Softly touches the water
With its green hands
Letting the lake make circles
From each finger that falls
A finger
That falls from a different tree
Floats like a boat
On that lake

On that lake
Where the moon shines bright
Where the couples of mice
Sit
While the birds take flight
To the evening dance
Down by the tree
With its green hands
Touching the water
On that lake

On that lake
Where the leaves
Fall
And float
Like dinghy’s
Sailing over the pond
As if flying
Skimming the very surface
Making ripples
All the way around
Until they drown
Then there are no more ripples
Until the leaf
Moves again
On that lake

On that lake
Where each finger
Of trees sit
Resting upon the smooth surface
So that when the wind blows
There are circles and circle
And the hand dips in and out
Bobbing like a duck
On that lake

On that lake
Where the mother ducks
Lead their babies in
To a cove
With no disturbance
To lie in the soft reeds all night
And be hidden
From evil spirits
On that lake

On that lake
Where everything is peaceful
Where no one lives
In hateful solitude
Where everyone can sleep
Without worry
We should take this as an example
Not as a place we can destroy
Not a place where we can build
More places to worry in
On that lake.

Vacation

The sky
The color of the bluebird’s wing
The grass
Littered with wilted angels
The trees
They are letting their angels
Fall
Swirling
Twirling
Ever falling
From their limbs
Till they reach the
Hard
Already angel littered
Ground
To reach their fateful
Unloving
Vacation
Of
Death.

Every Girls

Why does every girl
Think of their self as
Popular
Cheerleader material
Perfect
Gorgeous
While the rest of the girls
Who are not every girls
Who are different
Think of their self
Differently
Unpopular
Ugly
Stupid
Nerdy
It’s unfair
The way they treat them selves
When it’s the every girls
Always making them
Feel
That way
When it’s the every girl
Who treats material goods
The same way as people
If not better
Who wants to go shopping every second
They are treated like queens
They get the boyfriends
The different girls
The ones who
If you look inside
They are prettier
Than that every girl
They take real friendship
Real love
And turn their attention to them
Instead of the new stereo
That every girl got
Inside
An every girl could be a different girl
But she doesn’t want to show it
She could say that she’s not an every girl
But she is
She just doesn’t know
How others feel
How if you don’t consciously
Show your inside
Different girl
No one can tell
Some every girls
They can’t find their different girl
Inside them
It’s in there somewhere
But it’s lost
Lost in the years
Of that
Every girl.

Friends

are sometimes crunchy
cheesey
or bubbley
once in a while
fake
sweet and sour
lovely and smooth
bitter
but baked
friends are like blondies
with different things tossed in
you never know
what you're biting into.

Night Fall

I walked along the stream,
Letting the long grass tickle my toes,
Letting the soft dirt, Get to my feet,
The water trickles to my feet,
From the stream,
The turtle on a smooth stone,
Is basking in the sun,
For the sun is high in the sky,
And the coolest hours will come soon,
Then the owl,
Wakes from my walking,
Cries out long and loud,
And the fish sink from the surface,
And the turtle hides in the long grass,
The owl,
He rides the air,
Long and hard,
For it is dusk,
The owl preys at nightfall,
The mouse scurries along in the tall grass,
Whoosh! The owl comes in one foul swoop,
To collect its prize,
The mouse.

Fallen Dancers

the dancers fall

gently from the trees

rouge

vert

jaune

dancing

swirling

falling

from their partner

to the

chilly

hard

ground

the scaled bark

of the tree with no

dancers

sways in the wind

the grass

covered in dancers

that have

fallen and twirled their last

while their partners

are on the tree

where everything is

moving

twirling

falling

not on the ground

where everything is still

but sometimes

a gust

of wind

appears

out of nowhere

and gives

the fallen

false hope

that they will see their partners

while they are still in color

not wrinkled

the wind teases the dancers

some move

but farther away

from love

life

and closer to

death.

My Playlist

Sometimes,
like today,
like every time,
no one understands,
I don't understand,
I just wish,
someone,
could tell my its OK,
and really mean it,
someone I could lean back on,
like a song played over and over again,
like the dog,
curled up on my bed,
I wish,
like a song,
I would know everythings alright,
that I can be out there,
and be fine,
I want,
I need,
to know,
how I should work it out,
what should I do?
what should I say,
what can I keep going on,
what is my adrenaline,
what is that thing,
that thing I need,
I need that someone,
that someone I lean back on,
just like that song,
played over and over again,
I can't remember,
what I was supposed to say,
who I was supposed to do a favor for,
who I was suppoed to ask out for,
for a friend,
all I need,
is someone,
who understands me,
who knows me,
who loves me,
who I can lean back on,
again and again,
like that song,
that I played over and over,
again.

Organize

Chapter Nine

My skin stretches,
I am running,
Trying to escape,
From its grasp,
Trying to organize myself,
But before I can,
It's always there,
Never,
Never again,
Will I be prey to the evil monster,
Who posseses everything above me,
The monster that can kill,
Almost everything,
Everything but,
Being organized,
Homework can't live long,
Once you get it done.

Metaphor of Myself

Each wave,
and every ripple,
all the white caps of a life,
I could be the tiniest shell,
or a great white shark,
in my ocean,
it depends on how I look at myself then,
with my ups and downs at that moment,
like the flight of a seagull,
soaring,
and then,
you,
drop a little,
and soaring upwards,
as if in a dream,
but if there is ups in my life,
there will be downs,
always,
even though there are ups,
and,
downs,
waves and white caps,
I can always find,
something,
if its the silver lining,
soaring upwards again,
or even sinking like a heavy weight,
I will try to find the best of it,
always.

Spider

I walk,
Sideways,
Down,
Around,
Up a wall,
Around a smoke detector,
Unnoticed,
I crawl,
Around the door, Spinning a web,
Over the frame,
Something moves,
The creature!
It awakens,
It will break the web I have woven,
Piece by piece,
I have woven,
That beautiful silk,
That shining thread,
I had made my mark,
It shall be ruined,
That is fate,
I weep,
Walking back again,
Walking sideways,
Along the wall,
To my hiding spot,
Until evening,
Then I shall roam again.

Jok's Tunnel Ch10

Chapter 10
The Last Chapter

It was done. Jok had shot the military general. Now all we had to do is get past all the supporters and get the real leader out. We decided to split up. I went to the left, Amy to the right, and Jok in the middle. We all set off on out separate paths. I was on the direct path to the leader. I got to her, and I stopped. She was gone already. By gone, I mean dead, and a guard was waiting for me. "Well, well, well, little girl, can't mind your own business can you? Hm? Well soon you will mind it forever!" and with that, he pulled out a gun. I ran back through the tunnel before he knew what was happening. He followed me, but I was to quick, I found Jok at the enterance with Amy. He had his arm around her. "Jok! Amy! This isn't time for a love part in here! Theres a guard behind me, quick!" "What happend to the leader, Lizzie." Jok asked. "Shes dead, they killed her before I could get here." Suddenly the guard was upon us. Jok did some quick thinking and told him quickly that the military general was dead. But I knew that face. The old face broke out into a smile. The leader was alive, but disgused! "I thought I would be meeting you again Lizzie." Said the leader. Jok looked very supprised to hear the voice of the leader. Suddenly Jok broke out into a smile, and gave a big hug to the leader. Amy looked disgruntled, so Jok gave her a hug too. He wispered something in to her ear, and she....... Well she kissed him. I felt a little heart broken then, but I realize I can't have everything, and maybe just maybe, living with Jok will be enough.

Jok's Tunnel Ch9

Chapter Nine

I couldn't believe it! Jok was my brother! Humnia humnia humina... I might have to share a room with him. Wait, no, he's a guy, but wait, I might have to share with one of my sisters!!! "Lizzie, I know what you're thinking, but both of you will have to stay down here." "Why?" Jok and I asked at once. "Look, Jok has trouble fitting in down here, but he has to stay, he would fit in even worse up there. And you Lizzie, you don't have friends up there, and have trouble relating to people up there too. If you need to vist your parents, you can. They understand." "But the don't!" I said hotly. "I think that they would be tracking you, everywhere you go if they didn't know about the hole. Your parents were born down here too, but they wanted to see how the upper world was like, and they never came back." Amy replied "Look guys, we are never going to set things straight if the military general is still around." Jok wispered. With that Jok pulled out what looked like a gun. I remembered bringing down a water gun, but not a real gun. Then I saw the brightly colored gun, it was the water gun! I screamed at Jok to stop. But he pulled the triger, and shot the general in the back...

Jok's Tunnel Ch8

Chapter 8

When I was born, my mother was a very beautiful person. My mother from the upper world told me this. She knew about the sceam from the beginning. "You." She said to the military general, "You thought no one knew. You were wrong. They knew, and they told me." I gasped in suprise. Amy, who told me everything, never told me that. I thought I was the only human who knew about this place, and then told Amy. "I have been here before. Under here, no one gets sick, they can die, espeically from child birth, but never sick. When I was out sick, I was under here, visting my family down here. The military general lies. My mother above ground, she is my birth mother. The militay general, he loved her, but when she found out that she did not belong down here, that her real family was up above ground, he told her to leave. She had me above the ground, but that did not stop her from telling me the truth. The military general told all the people down here an awful lie, that my mother had died in child birth." Amy stopped to take a breath. "Every hundred years, they bring two people down from above when they are young, to increase the population. My mother was one, and Jok is the other. They don't divide the hundred years evenly, so there is about fifty years left." Jok looked very suprised. I don't think he knew that he didn't belong down here. "Everytime they find out, they go up, and nvery come back, because, they really don't belong. The family that Jok comes from........ is Lizzie's.

Jok's Tunnel Ch7

Chapter Seven
Jok

The military general had brought to his office. It was a nice one, clean, and had chairs for all of us. He had continued while we walked. Amy was his daughter. I still couldn't believe it. He had a wife, long ago, and they had a baby. That baby was Amy, well Ariya, renamed Amy later. The mother had died that day, and the old leader who was a doctor back then, could not save her. I had always wondered why if you could not find the leader in her office, she was at the doctors cave. The military general never wanted to see Amy's face again, because she looked like her mother. So the general gave her to an Asian family whose daugher had just died in the night, but they didn't know. I hope that the Asian family never finds out.

Finially the military general was done. I will never call that trader a leader, and I agree with Lizzie, but I know that if you say something like that you could be sentenced to death. She really needs to control her anger better, but when I tell her that, she always says "I know, I know." and then looks all sorry like. Suddenly, I am snapped out of my own thoughts, and brought back to the real world. "Jok! I want you..... Hmmmm.... to be.... a.... Hmmmm..... Oh, thats it! A guard to the Alligator Pit! " Now, if you think you can push a guard in... you will get pushed in yourself, you get my picture?"
"Yes."
"You work for me now, I will be called Sir."
"Yes."
"Yes, Sir!"
"Thank you, you have now given me the ultimate control." The military general gasped. He had called me sir so, I was in control of him now.
"Don't give me any of that nonsense, boy!" But it was to late to say that, Lizzie and Amy had run out of the office to tell all the guards who was in control. "Oy, you, Amy! What are you doing, disobeying your father."
"You are not my father...."
"What are you talking about, of course I am, and heres the proof." He picked up a picture of his wife, him, and Amy.
"You did not let me finish. You are not my father, because you are not the one who raised me, you did not comfort me when I was young, you abandon me, so I do not think I should give the honor of being my father to a lazy, migrant who killed my mother!" Just when I thought our plan had failed, and that Amy would never do anything for us again, she turns up to be against her own father!
"Ummm, Amy, maybe he didn't go so far as to kill your mother." I suggested.
"No, he killed my mother." Amy started to tell the tale.