Green Girl 120

Farewell

2009-01-15T12:47:00.005-05:00

Dear readers,
I am sorry to say that my creative writing block has been cancelled. I will no longer have access to my blog. I might get a new one, and if I do, I will have an account named something along the lines of Green Girl 121. I probably will not though. For all the stories I did not finish, finish them in your mind. Use the imagination to finish all of them on your own. This is really hard for me, to say goodbye. I hope my very very few readers find someone else better to read, since I'm definitely not good at writing. Try Dreamer 16. This anonymous writer is talented and writes things that I like to read, and are kind of like mine. Just much more in detail. This poem below is for all of you readers who have read this thoroughly.

saying goodbye always hurts
the most is when
you might never see something again,
but when you think,
that you can create,
and save the things you love the most,
do this faithfully,
love the life you are leading,
take control,
live to the fullest,
but never forget,
the works of art,
that shaped your past.

I love the few readers who have been reading my blog, and thank you for a wonderful experience, whether you commented or not. And again, try Dreamer 16, that writer is really really good.

Music

2009-01-15T12:46:00.002-05:00

beads of rhythm
notes
soaring, flying
up above my head
making music, sound
around me
like a blanket
smothering the cold
harsh
winter away
like bees
buzzing around nectar
to make honey
and protecting it
like flowers
looking as pretty as ever
on the first day of spring
poking up from the cold,
hard
ground
maybe from a layer of snow
a symbol of hope
Going on forever
in heads around
even after the sound is gone.

Carnival Adventure

2009-01-13T14:13:00.009-05:00

With short sentences:

Walking. Mommy behind. Around the fair. Rides all around. Ferris Wheel. Getting on. Flying up. Stuck. At the top of the world. Whirling down again. Fast. Letting more people on. Rides over. Get off. Want to get back on. Whines. “Mommy.” “Back on please.” Sugary voice. Thick with want. “No.” “Not now.” The unhappy response. Something is bothering. Watching the Ferris Wheel. Little bit longer. Stops one more time. People get off. Mom. Starts to walk off. Spies someone. Man clicks in mind. “Look.” “Daddy.” Mommy. Starts to walk. More Quickly. Pulls on arm. Tries to drag. Salty oceans. Come out. Eyes hurting. Pain is a foe. Strength weakens. Loses tug-of-war. Is dragged off. “Daddy.” Whispered. Looks one last time. Man is lost in to the crowd. Gunshot. Man falls over. Worried look. Pulls. “Mommy.” Whispered. Then one more time. Louder. Eyes spill with hate. Shakes off arm. Runs into the crowd.

With long sentences:

Walking around the fair with my mommy behind me, something was bothering her, but I had no clue as to what. There were rides surrounding me. I had never been too a fair or any kind of carnival before, I was always to little. “Ferris Wheel, lets go on, now!” I cry, this would be the best moment of my life, I had heard a lot about them but never had I gone on one before. Excited, I pulled my mothers arm to get on. Daddy had always wanted to go to carnivals with me, but Mommy said no. Now that I was old enough, I could go, but Daddy wasn’t there. Daddy couldn’t stay at our house anymore. I didn’t understand. We got on the Ferris Wheel and as soon as we got to the top, we were stuck. Then spinning down again, letting more and more people on. I wanted to get back on but Mommy wouldn’t let me, we stayed to watch the wheel go around one more time. Mommy starts to walk off, but I see someone, I see Daddy. I want to go see him. Mommy doesn’t understand, so she keeps on walking. I start to cry, salty oceans pour out of my eyes. Mommy won’t come. I lose strength and can’t go on. Mommy wins our tug-of-war match with her arm. Daddy walks in to the crowd, and I lose sight of him, but I see a bad man, and I want to warn Daddy. I am too late, I hear a gunshot. Daddy falls over and I tell Mommy again, but again, she doesn’t listen. I try to run to Daddy, but Mommy catches my shoulder, my eyes are spilling over with tears, and I shake off her arm and run into the crowd.

The J Trio (4)

2009-01-09T14:12:00.002-05:00

“You will learn sometime, young one. When you are ready.” They said. Joan and Jack had not noticed that we were lost.
“Ummm…. I think I’ll leave now, if that’s okay.” I said, backing away slowly. I grabbed the shoulder of Joan, but I just felt air. I turned around. Instead of Joan and Jack, there were two crimson beasts standing right in front of me. They looked down at themselves.
“We were right Han.” The old woman said.
“I always am.” Joan and Jack, or the crimson beasts looked at themselves. They couldn’t figure out what happened and where they were.
“Joan, Jack.” I addressed them. “We got lost, and you two turned into beasts.” They looked a little less confused after that. Next, the older people addressed me, that was after I told Joan and Jack what was going on.
“Little one,” The older woman said. I looked down at my tiny body and gave an ashamed smile. “I am Nguyet, the man is Han.” I smiled and bowed. I don’t know why, but I thought it was the right thing to do. “See, I told you that I was right, Han.” Nguyet said. “It’s hard to say this, but you are an element.” She said, addressing me again.
“An element? How can I be that?” I said.
“Well, I said this was hard to say this. You are not and element so to speak, but the human form of one. Someone who can find power in the element and control the element. This can be used for evil, but I sense that you would not do that, even for your life.” There Nguyet was right, about the evil thing. She was either off her rocker completely, or telling a very strange truth. I guessed the second one. Han continued her speech.
“Behind you are two fire demons. Very common and easy to defeat. They melt the ice, but water dissolves them.” He said. Turning around to face me better.

J Trio (Part 3)

2008-12-19T14:07:00.002-05:00

So, I put my backpack on my back, obviously, and dragged Joan from the playground. Joan dragged Jack along with her. Finally, we were out of the park. The sad part was, I had no clue where we were. You know, it’s kind of strange to see what looks like a Chinatown in a mostly white, suburban neighborhood. There were temples all around us. Joan and Jake didn’t notice though, oh nooooooo. Of course they didn’t notice, they were to busy giggling and holding each other to notice. “HELLO? IS ANYONE HERE???!” I called. After a minute, an old man came out, followed by an old woman.
“They are here, Nguyet.”
“Yes, I told you they would come, Han.”
“Hello? Can either one of you tell me what is going on? You seem to be talking about us, since we’re the only people in the sight range.” I said. I got a reply, but not the kind I wanted, I think. It was a telepathic message. It said: Children should be seen not heard. We will answer your question when we are ready.
I was slightly miffed at the message, but also interested. I tried to send a telepathic message to Joan. The message said: Joan, stop canoodling with Jake. –Jane. Joan didn’t move, so apparently she probably didn’t get the message. Suddenly the two old Asian people stopped talking. “Jane, your question?” I was so surprised that they knew my name. “Wha…What? Oh, right, my question. Ummmm…. What’s going on, if I can ask?”

Love Story from the Civil War

2008-12-19T13:45:00.001-05:00

“I must no longer see you, Clara.”
“Richard!! Where did that come from? Are you mad?”
“I have found a light to help me from blundering Clara; I am no longer prey to anything you may do to me.”
“Richard! What have I done, no, nothing has been done. I am innocent.”
“That’s what I am afraid you’re not, Clara. I have heard that you, you, were with another man.”
“Well, I can’t deny that, but that is over. Plum turned over, like a cow in a fishing boat.”
“Clara! Such rude descriptions are not like you. Must you be so like a peasant?”
“Richard! What an insult to my human nature! Just last week you called me a prig!”
“Dear Clara, we were fighting. The prig is the nature of you I have fallen in love with.”
“So you despise me.”
“No, no, that is not it. I do not like what you have done to yourself now. You are filthy and nasty. I do not want to have anything to do with this new personality.” “What has that filthy man done to you?” He said under his breath. The air around them was slightly cool. She had a shawl wrapped around her, as if she could not stand the chill. He with a light jacket seemed nothing but warm, as confronting a lover does to ones temperature.
“Will you not insult a decision I have made. I love only you, and no one but you, you know that!” Clara said the last part with a huff. She was getting cold, and wanted this to be over. She had no thoughts of leaving though; she had to get this out. He said himself that he would wait for me, forever and foremost. She decided to make that point. “You said….”
“I know what I said, and you know it too. I’m tired of hearing you say: You said, you said. It makes no difference to me. I was in love, and I think I have just fallen out of it. Maybe YOU should watch what you do!” With that, he starts to walk off. His wooden boots making almost no sound on the hard dirt ground. With a cry, Clara starts after him. With tears in her eyes, she runs, loses a shoe, and gets it again. Then runs some more and repeats the whole cycle one more time before catching up to him.
“Now you listen to me, and I say listen! All right, listen!” Her word shaking by the tears coming violently from her eyes, and the madness he had caused her. “How could you accuse me of not loving you?”
“I have not accused, I have decided from your actions.” He turned to walk down the road. A man ran up with a uniform, and gave it to Richard. Then he ran off. Shaking it out, they both realized that it was a uniform for the army. He had enlisted and was going off to war. He looked into her eyes. “Goodbye Clara.” He said as he turned again to walk down the road.

Running

2008-12-18T13:13:00.001-05:00

Running
Screaming
Laughing
Having a good time

Yeah, right
All alone
In the corner
But no more
I’m gonna go
I’m gonna fly
I’m gonna soar
Out in to the open
Away from everything
Somewhere
Where I am special
Somewhere
That I can shine
Somewhere
That I can live
Somewhere
That I can breathe
That I can
Be
Me
I need to be
Around
A place
Where I can
Run free

Lost or in Love?

2008-12-18T13:06:00.001-05:00

I open the mystical gate,
And open I find,
A wonderful world,
Beyond,
My imagination,
That I can’t perceive,
Anything,
What is bad?
What is good?
Is this love?
Or am I confused?
In the jungle,
I can not see,
I am blind,
When roaming
This place.
I am in the desert,
A thirst
I have never seen,
Comes through,
And I wonder,
And wish,
This place away.
I am on a star,
Flying,
Soaring,
High above the clouds,
Others
Wonder
When I hit rock bottom,
Where I will be found.
I am where I am,
I found what that
Confused,
Wondering,
Idea
Really is to me.

The Epic of the Horseman and the Lady

2008-12-18T13:02:00.002-05:00

The moon shines
On the lake
The horseman rides
The horse finds a shore
Of the shining mirror
Mane dripping with sweat
His head falls
Into the water
The horseman leaps down,
Pats the horse,
And sits beneath the willow
At the dead of night.

The moon hits the lake
It is a spotlight
In the sky
And a woman,
Comes into the scene
A mare,
Is her companion
But she rides
At the dead of night.

She jumps off her horse
The horse runs
To the edge
Of the smooth mirror
“I thought I’d find you here”
Whispers she with lips as soft and pink
As two painted clouds
“You must have run your horse for me”
Whispers he with chapped, broken lips
Like stone, broken by magic
At the dead of night.

She saunters over
As soft as a mouse, stealing food
Clouds, brushing his frozen face,
“Their cold, your cheeks.” She says,
Her hands,
Petite and white
Like a sculpted figures
To his face
Warming
Pressing her clouds,
Once again to his eyelids

They bask in the warmth
Of the other
The sun,
It starts to rise
A big fire ball
In the purple sky
Slowly getting brighter
And lighter
They notice
“We must go.”
Chapped lips says
“We must.”
The clouds are removed from his face.
The mare and the horse are still waiting,
Each jumps on,
And rides into the sunrise.

The J Trio (Part 2)

2008-12-12T14:01:00.002-05:00

I slowly crept back towards the lot. I was tiptoeing around the corner, when BAM!!!!!! “AHHHHHHHH!!!” They were ready for me. All my hopes of getting to school flew out the window. Arms were wrapped around my chest, and my legs were on Jack’s shoulders. Even though it really hurt, I didn’t say a word. I didn’t want to say the wrong thing and increase my chances of being beat up.
“Look, we’re skipping today. Are you gonna get beat up by us and skip, or just go along?” I contemplated this for a while. Apparently, it was to long, and I got punched in the gut by Jack. I decided that going along with their plan was better than physical pain.
“Fine, Fine.” To the park we ran. Well, really I was trying to walk, while they ran. Every once in a while, they would stop, wait for me, and drag me along to run with them. Luckily for us, there were no little kids, nannies, or grandmas in the park. In fact, there was no one there! Joan ran under the play ground. She waited a second.
“Hey, c’mon.” She pulled Jack and me under the set with her.
“So, I bet there’s a real reason for us being here Joan.” I said coldly. I tried to sound icy, but it always sounds like I’m trying to be funny.
“Jane, Jane, Jane. Don’t you ever do anything for the sake of fun?” Joan asked.
“Yes, but you’re always up to something.”
“Well, maybe she’s doing this for fun this time, you never know.” Jack said tauntingly.
‘”Oh Jack!” Joan said playfully. I couldn’t believe it. They were just trying to make me do something. This had never been fun, but it was turning worse by the second.

The J Trio

2008-12-12T13:49:00.006-05:00

Okay, I know you probably think this is totally weird. I know, and I’m sorry. You’re probably going to think, why do they even hang out together?? Well, there has to be something behind that, but that’s for you to find out.
I had just left my house on a regular routine, and was walking to the bus stop. Joan came up; she grabbed me by the arm. “Hey, Get Off!”
“Oh come on, just follow me.”
“I will if you let go.” I thought that if she let me go, I could run to the stop or something. Unfortunately, she read my mind.
“Will not! You’ll run away. Now stop pulling, you’re just making it worse.” I finally stopped, and Joan pulled me into the empty lot near the bus stop. It’s totally invisible from the bus stop. There I saw Jack and Russ. Russ was circling around Jack like a vulture. Jack backed into a wall, to have his face meet Russ’s fist. Russ, startled, ran from the lot, leaving us alone. Jack sat, panting in the corner where Russ had just been.
“So why’d ya bring me here for?” I said, “We probably missed the bus.” I turned to leave, but Joan caught me by the arm again.
“You aren’t going anywhere lil’ missy.” She cried. My arm, still sore from when she wrangled it last, was shaking.
“Jeez, what a wimp.” Jack called.
“Hey look at you, sitting in a corner with a bloody nose!” I jeered back. I got Joan’s arm off, and ran.
I was the bus at the end of the street, and knew that I couldn’t catch it. Jack had dropped my cell phone in the fish pond a week ago. My parents weren’t home, either. My backpack was in the lot with Joan and Jack. I really didn’t want to go back, but if I was going to make it back to school, I would need it.

Rachel: Lost in Time

2008-11-25T10:55:00.004-05:00

Chapter One
Rachel
It had been a normal, just positively okay day. Nothing really exciting was happening. I opened my locker, at the same time, my friend Kira opened hers. She got out her lunch box. “I’ll be there in a minute.” I said. My crush was coming down the hall, and I wanted to see if he would ask me out. It turns out I was almost right. I was in such a lovey-dovey mindset, that I didn’t even notice the buzzing around me. He was saying “Ummmm… you know the home… But then suddenly I was pulled from the scene. I was pulled by every part of my body, and swirling through space. I had no idea about what was going on. I couldn’t understand the distant jabber flying around me.
I fell into a little countryside house. I was wearing a dress. A long, to my toes dress. It was baby blue, and had silk button hooks up the front. The pattern on the dress was of close to the same color, and was a design of swirls. A lady was talking to me. I was really confused. She didn’t explain anything to me. She was acting like nothing at all had happened. She looked middle aged and her hair was turning slightly gray. She had a dress on like me, but hers was brown with a white apron. She smelled like she had been in the kitchen, baking bread. It took me a while to realize, that, she was supposed to be my mother. She was talking to me and stroking my hair. Instead of my usual ponytail, it was put up into a knot close to the top of my head.
She was talking about maybe moving to the West because of the Homestead Act and that it was such a good deal. I wondered why I was in such a nice dress and why my “Mother’s” was not so nice, and what year was it. Wait, I started to remember my American Studies class, we had just learned about it…. The Homestead Act was in…… 1862! Omg! I thought. “Now, go, shoo, go to Felicity’s house for tea, but remember, we leave in three days.” She said, giving me a little push and shut the door behind me.
I was stunned. I really didn’t understand what was happening. As I walked down the path at the front of the house, I pondered what had happened. I learned in Science class that time travel was mathematically possible, but not physically. Now that I think about it, A Wrinkle in Time seemed pretty believable. There was only one house in sight, so I assumed that it was the girl Felicity’s house. I knocked on the door, trying to put my best manners forth. The person who answered the door was a young lady, about my age. This was probably Felicity. Her hair was a plain brown, tied back into a semi-loose braid. She said nothing, but led me to small table, with a neat red tablecloth. Felicity brought a tea set onto the table. She filled her cup, and then waited. I tried to be polite, but she was just too dull and annoying. Instead of filling mine, she stared into my eyes. “I knew you would come.”

Maybe

2008-11-21T14:09:00.005-05:00

All I can think about
at night
at day
I
something
maybe its you
maybe I just
need something
maybe I need
someone who cares
about me
and others
who shares my opinions
my loves
who understands
my actions
I know that perfect someone
isn't out there
but maybe
you will
be sufficent
maybe
you can help me
through
my rough
tough time
and help me
again and again
but let me help you

As I lie awake
at night
in bed
I need
I wonder
I think
that
maybe others need
to understand
maybe
I'm to old
no matter what age
I AM older
I think older
and like an adult
should I be
in a different body
should I hang
out
with none of you
should I ask
for all I need
I don't anyways
I don't even think
I could get
anything
even though
I don't now
it probably won't make a difference
'cause
no one understands
no one cares
no one wants to listen
maybe
I do need someone
maybe
I do need
to have some fun
maybe other people
need to work too
maybe
I have changed enough
but no one else has
maybe
its not my fault.

The Blinds PART 2

2008-11-21T13:54:00.001-05:00

The strange man came again, in my dreams. It felt real though. I went to the windowsill where he had almost come in. I could see the scuff of his soft shoe. I could feel the air whoosh around my head for a minute, imagining he had just come in. Suddenly, I really did feel the air. I saw the clouds part, and a woman came through. I rubbed my eyes, I couldn’t be seeing right. I looked again; a woman was walking towards me. I felt cold, very cold. The woman took my hand a rushed me away. I was flying! I felt better, better immediately. I felt what the old folks said fresh air felt like. The old folk were always considered crazy. I felt, different, and happy. Happier than I had ever been before in my whole life. My ride ended. I landed on something, a temple floor. At least, that’s what it looked like. Feeling woozy, I fell to the ground. Once again, my eyes closed, but this time I was even more confused than the first time.

Chicken's Head

2008-11-21T13:37:00.008-05:00

Softly
the doors close
quickly behind me
the windows
they lock
as if they are ancient
they creak
a head rests on the sill
Why is it here?
and then the ceilings
shivering
as if with fear
moving
are the mice
nibbling at the floor
of the attic
my ceiling
a giant bug
crawls
out into the open
I hear a scream
I can't tell
if I am connected
to that noise
the door opens
the windows creak
again
they are open too
I walk out
to find
a headless chicken
waiting for me
at the door.

The Rain

2008-11-20T13:08:00.005-05:00

a rainbow
shimmers
below me
looking down
I can see
confusion
nothing
and everything
so
nothing is
a figment of
IMAGINATION
and everything
is a piece
of my
THOUGHTS
is everything nothing?
is nothing everything?
do we know it ALL?
IS IT ALL?
or is it just what we think about,
only?
can we think
differently?
are we crazy,
or are we sane?
is there a difference?
you decide
are you
or are you not
is everyone else
or are they
not.

Water Spirtzer

2008-11-20T13:06:00.001-05:00

a color in between
red and
blue
with a nozzle
to point
shoot
and squirt
a basin
at the bottom
holds
water.

They are Four

2008-11-20T13:02:00.002-05:00

The four
elements
they swirl
up around me
I reach up
hoping for control
to gain it
and to keep it
the slabs of stone
beside me
all around me
are still
when everything
else
is moving
twirling
finally
I gain control
me
my circle
of
solid rock
are lifted
up
into
space.

The Blinds

2008-11-14T14:00:00.002-05:00

Sunlight filled the room as I paced across the floor. The light was blinding. My eyes were burning, and my sense of taste was fading. I heard music notes flowing and pulsing through my body. I walked towards the window, and closed the blinds. I knew I was in trouble, I knew the whole world was in trouble. No one could go outside, with out becoming radioactive. I knew a lot, but what I didn’t know was that I would find out even more in the next few minutes.
I heard something from the window. I opened the blinds and my mind was a buzz again. All I could hear was Liiiiiizzzzzaaaa! Liiiiizzzzaaaa! I couldn’t breathe, I didn’t know what was going on, but I looked out the window. Instantly, I looked away. Liiiiiizzzzzzzzzzzaaaaaaaaaaaa! I heard once more. I forced myself to look at the window again, and I saw something. Bright blue spots were dancing in front of my eyes. I heard my name, and then I saw.
Something came out of one of the blinding blue spots. He looked almost human. His head was shaved and his ears were slightly pointed. It looked like he was wearing fake pads on his abs and arms, he was so buff. He was wearing a robe, that was as blue as the night, when the sun has gone down, but some of the light is still there. He turned, and swept away into the cloudless sunshine.
That night at dinner, I didn’t tell my parents what I had seen. They would think I was crazy and put me in the dreary guest room, with no windows and paintings of dead people on the walls. I pushed my sardines and canned corn around on my plate, so that the sardine heads were inside corn kernels, and the scales were corn too. I have always considered myself as a perfectionist, artist type of person. So, I didn’t care much for my corn sardines, I was too busy thinking about what I had seen.
I went upstairs and up to bed, I was too confused to think. I closed my eyes….

My November Sky

2008-11-07T13:44:00.006-05:00

The glow of that jewel
of fire sets
on November skies
the blue corn
moon
rises
on the indigo flowered with stars
sky
I wish
that someday
I could feel
the breeze
as the moon
falls by
scraping the sky
slowly
soaring far
over my head
taking all night
I watch
until I fall asleep
curled up
with thistle
on the cool hill
with dew forming
all around me
I wake up
the moon
has fallen
all the way
and that jewel of fire
is rising
rising above the hill
I wish
I could feel
the heat
in the blue corn sky
on that November morning
I tried
I reached up
through the wind
but
I couldn't quite
feel
the heat
I sat down again
on the now frozen hill
shivering
I knew I would be back
tomorrow
so I turned my back
and left that hill
then
that very moment.

Starting Again

2008-11-07T13:40:00.002-05:00

Walking
Through an unknown place
I feel as if I can never go back
This is a new beginning
For my life
Not just me
I started something new
To affect all
Needing to know
What life would be if it was different
Or if I took a different path
For my life.

Home is....

2008-11-07T13:38:00.002-05:00

Where you feel
Comfortable
Safe
Happy
Help others
Where your room is your own
Where you feel at rest
Where you can sleep at night
Where others love
You
And happily you love them
Back
And there are fights
Often or never
But that’s the human nature
If you can get past that
Everywhere
Is
Home.

Going Through

2008-11-07T13:38:00.001-05:00

Starting over
Is an adventure
A struggle
A party
And a happiness threatening procedure
But everyone must
So with that
I went through
And came out
Me.

Passage into New Thoughts

2008-11-07T13:36:00.001-05:00

Fate
Knocking on our door
You run the wrong way
Through a passage
That we have never been through, before
Out on to the cliff
You are breathless
From the view
You need to run and hide
But we are trapped
In this mass world of stars
Your life had a purpose
And that’s what we think about
Then, at that very moment
You don’t realize it anymore
But time is passing by
You sit down
Cross legged
And look up at
The pale moon
The light shining up against your cheeks
Your face is lit up
With the magic
Of the world.

Strange

2008-11-06T13:18:00.002-05:00

Doing things
Others don’t
Don’t be afraid
To be different
We all
Follow dreams
Don’t remind yourself
Where you should be
But you need to
Like anyone
Follow through
Make sure
Everything’s
All right
Make sure
You know every step behind your back
Make sure
You know how
Friends
Really
Feel
But if you’re the friend
Of someone odd
Just make sure
You follow
Through
And through
Make sure you know
Everything
Just everything
That you need to know
Don’t be afraid
Don’t be left behind
Don’t try to change
The different one
Don’t be that person
To hurt her feelings
Don’t try to
Pick and pretend
But look inside
And you will see
That difference
In heart
That’s important
If you can’t see
Into the heart
You need to change
Yourself
‘cause
You can’t stand her
You can’t hang enough
Neither one of you
Understands
What has happened
You could blame it on each other
And you would be partially right
Because
Its both of your faults
No one can read the other
No one is predictable
No one is perfect
Just try to be
Some one who
Makes everyone feel good
And reaches out
So that people know
That everyone
Can see
Anything
That they want
That they need
In this person
In any person
If you
Just try
And look
Close enough
You might find
You’re new best friend
Or someone to hang with
When you’re bored
Or upset and annoyed
Its funny how
Some are blind
Don’t say you aren’t
Most are
You need to understand
Even the odd girls
Have troubles
Have feelings
Have a life
Whether it’s like yours
I don’t know
But does it really matter
If you are or they are different
Does it matter
How they do in school
How they look
If you can look
Inside
Find your way
Read her
You can
Get her
Even though you are different
You can buy her with some friendship there
Some fun times here
But don’t abandon her afterwards
Just because she doesn’t know
What she is
Who she is
What she’s gonna be
Or if she decides
That something
Different
Is for her
Or that she is different than you thought she would be
Because
She’ll stay at your side
When you’re in trouble
She will make sure you aren’t hurt too much
If she can help it
She may be a tomboy
You may be a fashionista
But you are still the same
You have the same
Things
That made you friends before
They’re just hidden
Now
If you’re the odd one
Singled out
Yelled at every mistake
And misunderstood
You need to do the same things
That the friend does
You need to work together
You may not think
You are this one
You may think
That you’re just fine
That’s great
Follow the same rules
As before
As everyone else should
Just keep looking around
For those odd people singled out
Odd like you
Or
Maybe you think not
With something
To bond with
Like anyone
Who has feelings
Like anyone inside
Is strange and crazy
Some people show crazy
But no one shows
The inside
From their rough and tough shell
Like a turtle
Soft on the inside
Just make sure
When you poke through
Don’t hit the wrong spot
Or you’re gonna
Be in some trouble with
Their outer shell
So
Watch out
Beware
Follow through
And make sure
The odd ones
With you.

The Lake Front

2008-10-31T13:49:00.000-04:00

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

2008-10-31T13:34:00.003-04:00

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

2008-10-30T13:11:00.001-04:00

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

2008-10-30T12:49:00.002-04:00

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

2008-10-23T20:03:00.006-04:00

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

2008-10-23T13:02:00.006-04:00

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

2008-10-16T10:40:00.009-04:00

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

2008-10-16T10:20:00.004-04:00

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

2008-10-16T10:12:00.005-04:00

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

2008-10-10T13:36:00.005-04:00

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

2008-10-09T13:11:00.003-04:00

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

2008-10-09T13:05:00.006-04:00

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

2008-10-09T12:41:00.012-04:00

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

2008-10-03T13:58:00.008-04:00

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.

Jok's Tunnel Ch6

2008-09-25T13:23:00.005-04:00

Chapter Six

We were brought to a stadium. A really big one used for games, such as flack ball, a sport like foot ball except that the ball was a person. I looked around and saw no one in the bleachers except the old millitary general. "Hey you, yeah you, big guy!" I screamed "Lizzie, don't!" Jok cried. I didn't stop, I was to angry to stop. "I hate you!" I screamed. "Lizzie, what a suprise." The general said menacingly. "I thought that you escaped, but no, you came back. With a friend I see. How selfish, selfish indeed." "You're selfish you old pig!" "Lizzie, I can see that you dislike me, but that won't last long, because I don't like YOU!" The converstation was going on like a ping-pong ball. One insult after another. I saw what was in the middle of the stadium. A royal purple pedastal with gold trim around it, that pedastal was covered in glass, at least the top of it was. Inside the glass was something. I couldn't see what it was yet. As the guard walked us closer, I saw that the contents was a very deadly looking knife. "No, don't kill them yet." Said the millitary general. "Let them think about what they have done, and maybe I will forgive them. The short one could be a very useful servant." Amy blushed. She the shortest of all of us, I am four feet and nine inches. Jok is four feet, and Amy is three foot and nine inches. She was always abnormaly short, but I just looked through that. My thoughts were interupted by the military general again. "Jok, how old are you." Jok looked very suprised to hear him say his name. "Fifteen sir." "Jok." I wispered to him. "Why are you telling this dirty rat that?" "Lizzie, shh." The military general stood up, I was suprised to find that he was only four and a half feet tall. I had only seen him in his office before, but then he was at his desk. Jok's and Amy's eyes went big. I don't think Jok had seen him standing up either. Amy's already very pale skin turned white. "Psst! Amy whats wrong?!" "He looks just, just, like me!" "Oh my gosh, your right." "Well, looks like you two have caught on to me." Said the military general. "You see, I have a story to this, which is why I could not kill you. If I just saved one of you, that would seem cruel and unfair." "You alread...." Jok had slapped his hand over my mouth. "Hey, what are you doing!" I wispered to Jok. "Shut up, just shut up!" Jok replied. The military general started again. "Amy or should I say, Ariya, is my daughter!"

Jok's Tunnel Ch5

2008-09-25T12:51:00.014-04:00

Chapter Five

Soon I had brought Amy underground. I hadn’t thought until now about how our parents would think of this. Soon the secret would be out, we were missing. But really, we were just off on our own for a mini vacation. Anyways, who cares what parents think? My parents were divorced anyways; they just cared about the new man or gal in their life. All my sister cared about was her boyfriend and makeup. So, really I missed nothing, I felt at home down here, at least I used too. Now, Amy, I didn’t know if she would miss anyone, but I had to take the chances. I needed her quick thinking and encouraging behavior. We walked through curving tunnels and watched spiders climb up the mud covered walls. We walked by the alligator pit. Yes, people throw away baby alligators from New York, so they all go into one place, the alligator pit. The alligator pit is used to discipline underground people. I found Jok right I told him I would meet him. What I didn’t tell him was that I was bringing a person, not a piece of equipment, but I knew that if I told him that I was going up for a person, I wouldn’t be able to go. I told him I needed to get something from home. Amy wasn’t exactly from home, but close enough I told my self. When Jok saw us, he had a very displeased look on his face. “I thought you needed something from home.” He said. “This is what I had in mind from home, Jok.” I said defiantly. “You know that even you should not be down here, but you bring a friend, how selfish and stupid” “I am not!” “Stop, both of you.” Said a calm cool and collected voice. “I asked Lizzie to bring me down here. It is an honor to meet you, for I have heard much about…” Suddenly, Amy was interrupted by a guard slapping his dirty hand over her mouth. I looked up from the muddy floor, only to see the guard I left behind the first time I came down here with the new empire. “Your next.” Said the guard.

Jok's Tunnel Ch4

2008-09-25T12:49:00.004-04:00

Chapter Four
Amy

I knew why Lizzie hadn’t been at school today, but when the teacher asked why she wasn’t there I just said she was sick. The plan was that she would go down there and ask the leader of the colony if I could come. Then after school she would come and meet me at the corner of 75th street and 92nd street. There was an interesting man hole there. Maybe that’s the place that the opening is to the underground. Lizzie never told me where it was. My mother took me down there sometimes, but it had been years since I had gone down. Since it was five days later in the human world I had no other excuse but to say to Lizzie’s parents that she was spending the nights at my house. Of course I told my parents that Lizzie was over at Alice’s house, and since Alice’s house has no phone or e-mail, it was a perfect place. I told Alice though because if Lizzie’s mom saw Alice at the grocery store, she could be prepared.
I went to the corner that I was supposed to meet Lizzie at, and sat on the curb. I knew that only one day had passed underground, I had learned that from Lizzie. I also knew that the underground had been in danger of revolution from the military general. Suddenly, Lizzie popped up from the manhole and gave me a journal. “Just come with me, you can read the journal on the way down.” She said as she pulled me under…

Jok's Tunnel Ch3

2008-09-25T12:48:00.003-04:00

Chapter three
I was in the holding cell with Jok now, he looked very disgruntled. “What did I tell you!?” he whispered.
“I know, I know, I never should have been here.”
“BUT you were.”
“So… that can’t be helped now.”
“Well maybe you could have listened to your gut.”
“I’m not like you; I can’t tell when something is going to go wrong.” I said angrily. Jok cursed quietly. “Tell me what’s really going on, because I can see that its not just that the old military general of war is now ruler.”
“I can’t tell you right now.”
“And why not?!” I replied.
“Just because the guard might hear.”
“Well he’s not here right now.”
“So, do you think that means that they aren’t coming down the hall right now?!”
“You never know.”
“Well I do because I can feel that something is going to happen.”
“You just think that just because….” Just then a guard walked in to the room. Oh, I said softly.
“You two, come with me.” Just as I was about to protest Jok put a hand over my mouth and pulled me along. As soon as we were left alone in a room, I whispered to Jok.
“Can’t we escape?”
“No, even I don’t know these twisted halls.” I started to cry. I really wanted to go home. I missed my parents, my dog, and even my little sister too. All my friends at school never knew why I wasn’t there on the weekends sometimes. Well all but Amy. Amy was my best friend, I told her everything. I wrote journals that she kept for me. Unlike everyone else, if they heard they wouldn’t believe me. But Amy did, and does. So every time I went down here, I brought paper and a pencil. I would write everything down as it happened. The paper and pencil! I could feel them in the pocket of my faded blue jeans. I started to write everything down….

I had just finished writing when a guard came in to give us broth. It looked really good, steaming hot and smelled like turkey. When I tried it, it tasted like dirt. The guard left, but I really needed something from home.
"Hey, Jok?"
"Yeah, what."
"Need something from home."
"Well, WE CAN'T GET OUT!"
"Yes we can, just lift me up." It was true that the cell's had easy lift celings. So Jok lifted me up, and POW! I punched out the celing. I had no time to nurse my swelling fist, so I jumped out. If I didn't make it in time, the guards would catch me, and that would be worse for Jok and me. I ran through the winding tunnels and ran past the guard at the entrance even though he had a wepon. I got to the surface and....

Jok's Tunnel Ch2

2008-09-25T12:47:00.001-04:00

Chapter two
Walking through the long stone tunnels, made me realize how different the underground would be. It wouldn’t just be my secret place, but a place where I could be attacked by blood thirsty warriors, just because I was an above ground human. I took a right and then a left to get to the holding cell. Oh boy, Jok was there all right, but disheveled and asleep was he. Jok was an undergeround guard for old ruler. Like all of the people under here, he was really pale, like snow. His sandy blond hair was different than the rest of the people down here. They usually had black hair. I always wondered if there was a story about that. The people always showed uneasyness around him, but the old ruler treated him very well. He was my age, well of course I didn't know his age for sure, but I was pretty sure that he was about thirteen. I decided that it was time, I slowly woke him up, but quietly. If anyone found out I was here we would both be executed.

Jok woke up, I had found some broth in a tunnel near by, probably some guard’s lunch, but I didn’t care. Jok was a bit embarrassed when he woke up and realized I was there. He ate the broth that was left in the cell, but then said I had to leave. “Why?” I asked.
"You could be captured or worse executed, I knew that." I said.
“Then why are you here??” screamed Jok. I had never seen him this angry before. I hurriedly ran down the tunnel to find the angry entrance guard standing there with five others. I knew I was dead meat. Suddenly the world went black.

Jok's Tunnel

2008-09-25T12:46:00.003-04:00

Prologue
I swaggered down the street, yes, I know school was in, but I had more important things to do. I looked side to side like I was crossing the street. No one was around, so I carefully lifted up the manhole cover and slipped in.

Chapter one
It was dark; I had to take the flashlight off my belt. I walked down the passage way from the manhole. I was in an underground tunnel. No, it didn’t lead to a far off tropical land, but inside was cool enough. As I reached my destination, I could see the feet of the guard. A guard always stood at the entrance to the maze of underground passage ways. Just in case a workman came down by accident. I was hoping that the guard would be Jok, the normal guard, but this was someone new. “Where’s Jok?” I ask.
“He got sent to the holding center.” replied the new guard. I knew that something was up. “What did he do?”
The new guard seemed surprised that I was still there. “I think it was something like he revolted against the new government.” Oh man, this was getting worse every second! The old ruler or democracy type thing was fine except for the army officer and the people who followed him. They wanted to fight against the humans, because we litter up their world with trash. I had to find Jok, and fast! So I went through the gates and knocked out the new guard who was protesting an above ground human coming in to their world. I knew there would be trouble, and boy was I right.