April

(Poem of the month)

Yesterday morning I walked outside,

and painted across the light blue sky,

was a spectrum of colors.

A rainbow is most beautiful in April.

The rain that dances from the sky,

is a welcoming gift in the month of April.

For without it the surprises in May,

won't show their astonishing beauty.

Trees with their flowering buds,

which the bees play upon,

dancing  from flower,

to flower.

The birds, fill the air with their sweet song,

and hatch little chicks.

That will grow to learn,

to sing their parents' song.

Something magical in April,

makes everybody soft hearted,

to want to be friends with everybody,

and to be friends with themselves.

As I look at the colors,

warmth filled my heart,

as I go on with my day,

sharing that warmth with others.

I tried to write you a poem

I tried to write you a poem,

But i turned out badly,

It was supposed to be for you

But the paper was blank.

Aw, I can't write, it's taking me forever,

Poem writing has been hard since we got together.

I look into space, my mind completely blank.

Until you barge in my head and i have to smile.

Every look, every touch, every kiss, every breath

Everything you do and all you are for me.

I'll miss you greatly when i go to high school,

I guess I'd say that I'd be heartbroken but that's to mellow dramatic.

Creator Vs. Creation

Ceilia brought her pen for the last time to the wall and finished her last stroke on the pure white wall. The drawing was a boy stick figure.

“Ah!” the drawing opened it's eager eyes.

“Where am I?” The boy frantically looked around for an exit.

“Ahem.”Ceilia coughed stiffly. The boy had just now noticed her in the white, spotless room.

“And who are you?” the boy asked haughtily .

“I am your creator.” she answered him like he was dumb to not know this.

“Pffft! Yeah right!” He waved his hand disapprovingly.

“I could... I should just erase you then....” Ceilia trailed off. She jutted the end of her pen at him, making The boy flinch.

“Yeah... then you need to learn how to draw! I mean c'mon! I'm a freaking stick figure!”

“You know, there are no books or comics on stick figures? I've done my research” she sighed shaking her head. Her brown, curly locks softly petted her delicate face.

“Why do I care?” The boy rolled his colorless eyes. Ceilia snickered, obviously annoyed with her art's smart mouth tone.

Ceilia turned around to face the white wall. She started drawing again. Her pen pressed on the wall. Black ink bold and alive. She finished the head. Now she moved on to the details of the drawing, making its short hair curl at the bottom and putting a bright smile on its oval shaped face. Ceilia drew the girl only a tad bit shorter than The boy.

The boy glanced at his creator's drawing. His face fell with embarrassment.

“H-how do you know I like girls with short hair?” he choked out.

“I made you!” Again Ceilia said it like a major 'Duh'. “ I choose what you like and so on.” She went back to finishing her drawing.

“Done!” Ceilia gasped, taking a small step back. The boy shifted his weight, anxious to see how the girl would react.

“Ahh.” the girl breathed. Her hand flew to her chest. “Wow! Were am I?” she flashed a knowing smile at The boy.

“Sh-she came to l-l-l-l-life!!??” His jaw dropped open.

Ceilia quietly dismissed his surprise. “Your name is Katie.”Ceilia said “Hi!”

“Hi!”Katie replied. Satisfied with her name. Feeling left out, The boy stepped in front of Ceilia and sheepishly waved.

“Hi! I'm-” the boy suddenly realized he didn't have a name.

“Derik,” Ceilia said with a grin.

“ Huh?! Why Derik?” Derik gasped.

“Because,” Ceilia's tone went back to her 'Duh' voice, “that is the name I gave you. Speaking of names, I am Ceilia.” Ceilia proudly announced.

“Still....Derik....how lame,” Derik breathed.

“You know, I like that name – Derik,” Katie suddenly said, blushing

Derik looked at her with a goofy grin. “Really?! Me too Katie!” He rushed to Katie's side pulling into a tight hug, then a kiss.

Ceilia ignored the kissing sounds and got to work on her third drawing. She stretched on her tipi-toes to finish the circle a few inched above her head. When she finished, her drawing opened his eyes and in a dark and dreary voice he spoke. “Must aggravate Derik.” Ceilia's new creation, Blake, stalked to were Katie and Derik were. With a knife in his left hand, Blake suddenly grabbed Derik's wrist. Katie squealed at the sight of the knife. She ran around and fell into the arms of Ceilia.

“Katie! Save yourself!” Derik yelled as if in a tragic movie. Blake brought the knife down on Derik's arm. Derik's arm was now half.

“Hee hee,” Blake chuckled. Derik didn't know what scared him more, the fact that his arm was immensely gushing blood, or that he couldn't feel The pain that was supposed to go with his obvious wound. When he looked over to Ceilia he saw Blake but not Katie. Derik didn't care at the moment what happened to Katie, he cared on whether or not he was going to die.

“MY ARMMMMM!!” he screamed, suddenly panicked.

Ceilia approached Blake, ignoring Derik's cry of panic ( or was it pain?), and grabbed Blake's hand. She brought his finger to her mouth and bit him, sighing as she watched him disappear. Then she went to Derik.

“What's wrong?” she asked.

“MY ARMMM??!” Derik was now the one with the 'Duh' tone, just more panicky.

Ceilia erased the blood and redrew Derik's arm.

“Did you just draw my arm back?!” he exclaimed

“Yes.” Derik shook his arm.

“Wait. Were is Katie?” Derik looked around.

“Where all drawings go after you erase them.”

“You erased Kate!? But why? And how?”

“Simple, I bit her.” she said, then added, “Let me see your hand.”

Derik gave Ceilia his hand. Sucker Ceilia thought. She bit him then he was gone. It was clear that she had won over her creation, so Ceilia went back to the white wall and started another drawing, hoping this time her creation would win and not her. She kept drawing putting a lot of feeling into it with a smile plastered on her face.

Slipping

I feel you slipping,

from my hands.

Leaving me,

Alone, I stand.

It frightens me,

That you're far way.

Beyond belief,

Too hard to say.

I can't do this alone,

Why can't you see

That in able to live,

You need me.

Why is it so hard,

To be together?

I thought you would love me

From not to forever.

You were special

Had a place in my heart.

You had meaning,

But you tore me apart.

Just 'Cuz

Just 'cuz I never said it,

Doesn't mean I don't.

Just 'cuz I never said it,

Doen't mean I wont.

And even when I say it,

'Cuz I'm pretty sure i will.

The words will slip and fall

And they will go down hill.

I normally don't say it first,

But this time you'll be an exception

Because you are so shy,

I'll worry about perfection.

Maybe I won't say it,

For I am shy too.

Because i can't even say

The three words i wanna tell you.

Not only I am shy,

I'm nervous around you.

I guess I can't complain,

You're nervous 'round me too.

I guess what I'm trying to say,

Is that I love you in every way.

And every thing that you are.

Because from what i know.... we can go far.

Untitled

My hands brush you cheeks

Your just nervous as i am meek,

My eyes spill into yours.

"I love you," I whisper.

You blink in surprise,

And turn your back to me,

By the next day.

My hands hold my arms, embracing myself.

Keeping together what i have lost.

Somebody

To someone who loves me,

to someone who cares,

to someone who can see,

that I am there.

Where I'm not invisible,

Where I can be seen

Where at least somebodies eyes are keen...