Thursday, February 25, 2010



you won't suffer at all.

little bear

One little bear

Just waiting to be loved

Smiles at a girl walking by.

That little bear

After such a long time

That night in warm arms it lies.

Saturday, February 20, 2010


A/N: For those who don't remember what an acrostic poem is... read the first letters of each line.

don't sit on the couch, please
oh, stop barking!
go somewhere else, please?
such a trouble... but completely worth it.

Wednesday, February 17, 2010

5 Days

On Monday, I meet the love of my life.

We're in the mall - he's exiting, I'm entering, and he holds the door open for me, like a perfect gentleman. He smiles at me, and for a blessed moment I'm lost in his wonderfully bright and kind eyes - and then he passes me.

I sit down and forget about shopping.

On Tuesday, I return to the mall.

There's a special at a cafe I like and a sale at a shop, but all I can think of is that blissful moment when shivers dance in my stomach and fire floods my cheeks and the day is brighter than ever.

But that handsome stranger does not come again.

On Wednesday, I drink coffee at a cafe for hours.

It sinks into my stomach, filling every cold corner. The way it stirs in my stomach reminds me of butterflies, but ever so sweeter and stronger. There is a warm, cinnamon-tinted scent in it that I don't remember being there before.

I have never tasted better coffee, but he still does not come.

On Thursday it is raining, and I feel a shade of dark, heavy purple.

He is not here, and it was my own foolish hopes that kept me coming. How ridiculous it is to think that he would come to the mall again! My very own conscience nags and grips at me. This could all be in vain. That wonderful face and smile, I'll never see again!

Yes, in vain, but I have decided that even fools can hope.

On Friday, I'm at the mall again.

I've been at the mall more times in the past week than I have in the past year. After drinking my iced tea, I leave the place after half an hour, and don't expect to come again for a while.

As I approach the exit, a man holds the door open for me. I'm so absorbed in my thoughts that I hardly notice his face until I'm right next to him.

I gasp. It's the man.

But he walks past me.

toy truck

On Monday, a toy is sitting in an old cardboard box that looks as if it will fall apart in a blink. It is a small truck, and its paint almost shows a rich crimson--its past color. In a day, this truck's alarm falls off; and soon, its bolts follow.

It waits for a boy--now a man.

On Friday, it is in a trash can.

A/N: There is no 'e'. Anywhere. Whew.

acrostic poem

A long time ago, there was a girl who came upon a magic potion

Labeled, "DRINK ME."

In the moments that followed,

Curious feelings arose

... and she shrank

... and shrank

... and shrank

Ending at ten inches tall.

Thursday, February 11, 2010

midnight today

The watches whisper and wait

For midnight


Their merry hands hold still

For midnight


Their little gold eyes open

A new day


They wait and watch and hold their breaths

For midnight



Droplets drip delightfully,


Thunder claps and cheers today,


Crowding, whistling, happy clouds,


Lightning laughs and shines today,



can't find them anywhere sometimes
always exactly where they want to be
thinking of fish and lazing about
so cute.

acrostic poem

ode to that idle king who

defeated monsters


still could not defy the

suitors who

entered and pillaged his wife and land

under the name of

sweet courting.

Tuesday, February 2, 2010

Contest by Steph

Take a look at Steph's contest!

Looks like you can win some really neat books! How about heading over there and entering? It's an international contest, so even if you live in the middle of Timbuktu (which is in Africa, by the way), you can still win!


Monday, February 1, 2010

Untitled poem

1. Untitled

Note: Best read in a strong Scottish accent.

In merry ways of emerald
The workmen lay to sleep.
In copper beams of sunshine bold
The tired begin to dream.

Of knights and love and iron slopes,
Of brilliant deceit
Of rosy dreams and sprouted hopes
These dreary workers see.

To paradise and countries far
They yearn and crave to see
But lovely life and sapphire falls
Might find them all too near.


I am your shadow.
There beneath you I lurk and watch,
Wait and lie, scorching the fringes of your mind.
Then, should you scream or cry or bleed
I will be waiting.