Little Brown Toast

Brown and soggy you are
like master Yoda sunburned and wet
curling up to hide yourself
but soon enough your thoughts will end
when no one eats you my little bit of moldy toast
and you will land in the garbage can.
Face down and bottom flying high
my poor little bit of tanned moldy toast
do not cry for soon you will see
that tears only make you more shriveled and old.
Now goodbye my little brown piece of toast
you will not be forgot
as you survied the battle and the war
so now your scars will end with you in that big bin in the sky
goodbye my brown piece of toast.

deadly mist

The mist dances by
like a dancer in flowing gowns
seducing those with teasing touches
as it's hand slowly climbs higher
holding poison to drop upon you
but soon you see a light ahead
and leave the mist to shrivel and die
so hear this light bit of advice
do not go out without a light
for is you do you will get caught
in the trap of the beast called the mist.

Freezing a Devil

It had been a normal day, my dear big brother making fun of me from my floral dress, to my small/shortness, to my blond curly locks. Using the unique names of pickle and stupid as bawls filled the cold air; it was nearing the snow of winter when I made my move like a sly fox. Unknowing to everyone that today was different; today I showed to my big brother that I wasn’t a wimp.
We had driven to an old pond with family; I was unsure why but went along with it. As I looked over the dying flowers and hunted for a fox, Colin ran ahead want to get attention from our caring grandmother. I stayed back closer to the adults, and picked at my dress wondering why my mother had stuffed me in it when the pattern looked so much like my bean bag. The giants stopped watching Colin and me to talk among themselves about things that I didn’t really care about, but I eavesdropped in anyway. After and few minutes of dealing with the old and boring people I decided to go closer towards the pond up ahead, where my brother had taken residents for the time being, most likely terrorizing fish.
At the start silent march felt forever as if I would never reach him. But soon his backside was right in front of me and I had an urge to repay him for the names and torment he had inflected, so I pushed my older brother Colin into the depths of the icing over pond. The adults had just turned to see me do this nasty deed, rushed towards my brother, with me grinning like a devil, and helped my thoroughly soaked brother out of the freezing water and into harsh early winter wind. Colin was ticked off not only at me but everyone for laughing the incident off later like I was an angle that had just made a tiny mistake. When asked about why I did what I did the only answer they got was that I had seen older kids do the same thing at the pool in summer time which was true, but what they didn’t know that I had just followed my urge to return the suffering my brother had made me go through back to him, and it felt great to do just that.

Deaths Word

"Come one come all, come see circus fun!" "You sir are a low life money grabbing boar!" "Some flowers missy?” all said right before death, how boringly normal. I scrutinize them daily, waiting for one to stop poking the fire before it swallows them yet they never seem to. It makes me give pity to those fools who believe they run from fate yet are jumping right in my grasp, like the pearls on my neck. Rarely has one impressed me, most are so boring it's saddening, for as life goes on and on they just fall and fall. Pity does nothing to stop them on makes them stronger to act on impulse, but that’s why we are here. My family and I have stacked this earth and continued to bring the most scaring thing to humans’ lives, to hopefully off of our path. Because I am Death.

Sleepy Snow Day

Who knew that on the one day we wished happen that there would never be a yell or scream, but quite, a sweet noiseless day. Mother cooked, Father shoveled, brother fell asleep, and my own sweet sister left for her friends keep. While I did nearly nothing but rest and watch the snow thrash the houses, except for the tiny bit I did to keep the cold away, running to sweat off fat that kept my body much too warm in this frosty winter day. No hot chocolate, thawing, or fire but we did get a call that lit a sting of memories for hire. So all in all there was no 'snow day fun' for I didn't see one person intell one.

The Play Day

Inspiering art piece: the old stage coach

Playing and fighting throughout the day,
Holding the reins on the way,
Playing horse,
Be the first up.
The circus may not be here,
But we still can be filled with joy,
For we has our horses,
With reins in hand,
And today we will play.

Truth Tabooed

Trying to yell and scream but the hands grip my throat and say no. I can’t breathe, I can’t scream, I can’t speak; no stop, stop, STOP! Someone help me, please help me. ‘Speak’ by Laurie Halse Anderson, it tells you to speak, and not stay quite when someone is hurting you. This tragedy starts with a teen, Melinda; she is a normal girl who has friends and a life. Then everything goes wrong; a wolf came and takes something from her, she never said a thing, she tried but couldn’t. Something that happens in life, something people are afraid to talk about, something the can make you depressed and tried. This thing is and was in the story rape, a predator named Andy caught her and raped her.
This subject couldn’t be more tabooed; it is shunned and looked down upon by society. It like a rule don’t hear, don’t talk, don’t tell; this may have been one reason Melinda didn’t speak. But as it went you think someone her parents or teachers would notice the signs she showed of being a rape victim the depression, lack of effort, skipping, muteness, and panic attacks. But as must cases go no who did notice that she was raped, even though they had hints, Melinda’s own father said “What happened to my sweet little girl. She comes here and now look at her.” Though out this everyone thought she was being a depressed teen not anything else and they really didn’t seem to care. The only person who knew was Andy, her rapist, and he didn’t care entire

Then we hit the end where finally the poor girl gets what she needs, hope. People start to see who Andy really is and shun him. Then Melinda gets her voice, a symbol of new life for her, and is free from the bonds of her memory. The pain may still be there but it doesn’t hold her down anymore that is what is shown throughout the ending. Everyone is stunned and probably regretting that they never noticed the signs. But the reason they didn’t notice was because they didn’t know the signs r ignored them; that most often leads to a bad ending, but thankfully it didn’t, this time. In the world there are as many “happy” endings like this one, most led to things that are unmentionable in this easy. People should be ashamed that we can’t seem to handle the truth, we thing we can ignore it and it will go away but the more we pay attention the more “happy” endings will happen. We speak the truth, and then will be free from the pain and suffering, that is the message from ‘Speak’ by Laurie Halse Anderson.