Singing

[cough, cough]
I look over the sheet one more time
I hum the pitch
I breath in
I do it like the worlds ending
I put all my emotion
the words
the meaning
the feeling
the music
I sing and I sing
I scream it out
not caring what I say
Just saying it
I know I'll get it right
I smile
I take a breath...
and do it all again.

Concert

Bright lights blind me
uniform suffocates me
nervouness engoulfs me.
She steps onto the podium,
rest position.
She brings her hands up,
play position.
The first note.
The music flows out of me like
an overflowing glass,
I can't hold it in.
The sound mixes and melts together
like rich chocolate.
It's beautiful,
it's done.

Not A Place

In two words,

peace and nature.

The peacefulness of nature.

a fish swimming in the calm, cool water

a snake in the tall celery grass

a salamander in the cool shade.

The sapphire mountains tipped with chalky-white snow

peek behind the ancient hemlocks

like small children playing a game.

The wind dances down from the sky and

the spinach green trees

sway in rhythm

like a dance.

In two words,

love and warmth.

The love of my family,

we hug

tight ones,

we laugh

at everything,

we cry

till we have no more tears.

A baby down for a nap

laying peacefully

on the pale sheets

of the small crib.

Three cousins playing cards.

A grandma painting a picture of color,

doors

that lead you to

places of

imagination.

A me reading,

 in another world,

the author

has created.

A cozy cabin

one with

rough, cold floors

old and worn, comfortable furniture.

Paintings and books.

A view
one

filled with love and warmth from my family.

It stabs me

like a knife through my shoulder blades

the fact that

I'll have to leave.

The pain

softened by memories.

This is my home.

Not a place.

Not a thing.

A bittersweet happiness.

My Heart

my Memories.

In one word,

Home.

S.T.I.N.K B.U.G.S

Smelly
Terrible
Inside
Noxious
Kill them!

Buggy
Uubiquitous
Germy
Smelly

I Am

I am creative and shy
I wonder about where the universe ends
I hear the words coming off a page
I see Camp Half-Blood
I want to be an author
I am creative and shy

I pretend I can fly
I feel and authors thoughts
I touch a single snowflake
I worry about being unkind
I cry over the death of panda cubs
I am creative and shy

I understand cause and effect
I say you can do anything
I dream of writing a novel
I try to do my best
I hope for peace
I am creative and shy

Orange

Red and yellow (it's got a history ya' know)
It's the color of Autumn;
of Halloween;
of the town in which I grew.
It is camoflodge for tigers;
of of the many colors of daisys.
This is the color of many things:
Orange

The Sun

The sun warms with it's loving rays
It let's flowers bloom
trees, fruit
every plant that grows.
It helps humans too,
warming our blood.
Too bad we can't be out too long in the sun
with our putting on more
annoying sunscreen.

Bus Reading

Bump, bumpity, bump
... must... read...
bump bump
... carsickness...
Bump
I hate the bus.

S.E.P.T.E.M.B.E.R

School starts
Extra damp
Picking apples
Terrific writing assignments
Especially cool weather
Morning frost
Beautiful red, orange and golden
Eating chocolate
READING!

The Kick

It's a light shade of brown,
rectangluar; about 10x4.
Hard.
Solid.
Yet after three good aims
I take a deep breath
remind myself not to shut my eyes...
I kick
Before I relized what happened
my instuctor hands me the thing I just broke in half with my foot
We bow
I did it
I did a reverse side kick and
broke a board
I passed.
This being the fourth time (technically fifth) doing it
you'd think it wouldn't be
a big deal,
But it is
I did it.