Music of the Stars

Singing their melody
With visual light,
Their rhythm of
Blinking words for shapes.
The sky is their stage,
The constellations are their playlists.
Each star
Strikes a chord
On their instrument of beauty.
It echoes over the horizon,
Shining down on those who would hear.

Thoughts of a Forest

All rests
When dawn approaches.
The mist dissapates,
No longer needed
To hide what was once there.
Empty branches
Relax to a more comfortable position,
Recovering from
A night of battle.
Reaching and grabbing
The nightmares of
Small children,
Come to life.
The great oaks
Stand guard
Over their forest.

Peace From This

She wasn't always like this-

Only since dad left.

Now her anger is directed at me,

The sharp, blunt, and unreasonable ends of it.

My brothers know what I do to protect them from her:

They hear the shrieks at night,

The clamoring that doesn't stop until mom trudges to bed,

And even then, continues on silently,

Until I fall into unconscious bliss.

No one else knows.

The walls are too thick,

Nothing leaves the house.

Dad never comes to see us.

I don't wear T-shirts or shorts to school,

So the bruises and scars never show.

No one asks about eh red, puffy eyes,

No one asks why I don't go swimming in the summer,

No one asks about me.

Then, one day I'm not at school.

I'm hidden away in the basement-

Not from mom,

But from the police and their dogs.

They find me,

And I'm transported to a bright, white room.

Then the dirt is shoveled over my still corpse.

I see my little brothers

In their black clothes,

Telling the police everything.

I know they'll be safe now.

I can find peace from this now.

I Am From Fire

I am from fire.
That fire burns within me.
The light shines through me.

Untitled

This is the beginning a story based off of a poem my friends wrote for school. It's really depressing, but I hope you like it.

         The clouds were low. Each drop of rain seemed to be my own tear; for how could the world not mourn when I had just lost everything? I never had much. But looking back now, I see that I had more than I could ever wish to have.

        My parents may have wanted me to turn out differently, but they loved me all the same. My little sister was gone. She was six. It was my duty to protect her, and I couldn't even do that. My older brother has left me. He can't protect me anymore.

        The pouring rain made my black hair heavy, my dark make-up drip down my cheeks, my dark clothing that is normal for me even darker. The rain was the weight of the world coming down on my shoulders. I was alone with no one to help me hold it up. It was too much. The grief, the guilt, the pure sorrow that squeezed my heart. I couldn't hold the weight anymore, I had no more energy left me this. I stumbled, and a hand as pale as mine caught me.

       I looked up to see the face of the one who stopped me from falling; and the one that would continue to keep me from falling. It was like looking up into the face of an angel. The one face that wasn't looking at me with hate.

Who I Am

I am from Mattison Reservoir Avenue,

A.k.a the middle of nowhere.

I am from the woods,

Where my house sits nestled in the trees,

The woods that crinkle with every step I take.

I am from pouring cold rain,

I swim through it with my feet firmly planted on the ground.

From the smell of fresh cut grass and wet leaves.

I am from fire,

From the warmth and light it gives on a cold winter night.

From clear night skies,

Watching stars shine coldly.

From the glowing full moon that lights up the trees.

I am from ancestors that always fought with each other,

The stubborn Irish, the proud English, the wise Native Americans.

I am for running until my chest hurts,

Running until my legs can't stand.

I am from heights and the need to fly,

From doing stupid, crazy things to get a thrill.

From worrying that I'm not good enough in class,

I stay up doing homework until I can't see straight,

In the hopes that I can keep my grades up.

I am for giving everything my all,

No matter what I face.

For music and making music.

For singing until my throat hurts,

Playing music until I fall asleep.

For blasting my trumpet and going deaf and mute in marching band.

For helping others with whatever.

I am for laughing with friends.

I am for living life, not surviving life.

Blogging Newbie

I've never had a blog before, so this is my first time blogging. I'm still getting used to using this page and filling everything in. So far this seems easy, so it shouldn't be too much trouble to do stuff on this. But, if I completely mess something up and don't catch it because I'm not used to this, sorry. I hope to post a lot of stuff on here and hope I get a lot of comments.