Ms Mitchell, I ended up writing too many poems...

Something Small

Glimmering in air,



In sunlight midair,



It scintillates in my palm and slips into my pocket,



It thumps against my thigh in my jacket’s pocket,



I travel through the urban streets,



Ah there it is,



Against all the other shops it beats,



The smell of roasting beans wafts through the air,



A shaft of sunlight gives the world an air or maddening beauty,



I swerve around the corner,



Then I come to a stop,



Someone has slept over the night here,



His eyes are tired,



Yet the same sunlight shines on his head,



He too can feel the sunlight,



My hand rummages through my pocket,



And produces a small piece of glowing sunshine,



I let it drop into his hands,



I see that he too can smile.

A Message in The Dark

A message in the dark

Unraveling fresh crimson blood

The flesh our answer

Hair and nails a clue

We gather around cold fire

A life at stake gives custom to our riddles

Obscene.

It is who you know

People, no Creatures in the dark

A baneful existence,


yet we give you motivation to rage

Rage against the coming of the night

A classic rusty chainsaw

And an axe to wedge in your back,

I slide a knife from my sheath

I can feel your pulse,

Rushing rushing,

Dangerous and thrilling,

It beats louder and louder

A devilish temptation

I run, run, run, A flash of vibrant red

The eyes are no longer mine

The blade catches sunlight in the hands that are no longer

mine

Thump,

You are no more,

Warm copper rapture floods like tears...

Of joy

A Happy Ending

Hello, undoubtedly, you are death, are you not?

I cannot mistake that black ragged cloak of yours,

And your perfect timing; just when I was about to say goodnight,

You look mighty un-fine today,

Actually, you look quite agitated,

Well, I guess that’s what happens when you witness too many deaths,

Although, the rumors about you are starting to prove themselves true,

Ah, what a fine day, I can’t see a single thing,

I wonder how the weather is like where I’m headed to right now,

Does it have weather at all?

Where am I going to be sent anyways?

Well, that doesn’t matter I guess,

What was that?

Am I not scared?

Why, I’m not at all,

I’ve lived my life with no regrets,

I am a person who lives not in the past but the present and future,

And I’m ready to go.

What I Am Chained to.

Hey, why can’t you wait?

Why must you go so quickly?

Because you walk so quickly,

There are people I am beginning to miss,

Things left incomplete,

The golden sun has set,

And I have lost many things,

Too many things,

But you won’t even let me go back

I’m leaving behind memories,

Some I don’t want to leave,

And some you have made me forget,

You have healed me some,

from incidents in the past,

and you’ve somewhat fixed my broken heart,

I am utterly befuddled,

I was stuck in mud,

But you wouldn’t wait,

Even in the present,

There are so many places to stop and reverie,

I’m confused with all the different directions,

I don’t even know where we’re going anymore,

And now I’m tired,

But you make me keep up,

You’re so hasty,

When can I get some rest?

“When time no longer matters”

Lemons

Ah, I’m so full,

Wrapper and napkins; remnants of my favorite muffin,

Sinking back into the corner of the booth,

A smile stretches across my face,

My stomach is on the verge of exploding, but I like it,

I look outside from under the cool shade ,

It’s sunny outside and just the same inside,

The perfect breeze carrying the scent of hyacinths,

And it waltzes with the leaves,

Small birds flutter with sunlight scintillating of their backs,

My, look at the time, it flies so quickly,

I grimace as I walk under the sun’s rays,

The refulgent rays are all of a sudden too bright,

I stomp up the stairs and fumble with the house keys,

I kick off my shoes and open all the blinds,

In my room,



It’s waiting for me,

The sun shines gloomily on my desk,

I pile of papers waiting to be written on,

A pen to be gripped until midnight,

But I don’t mind today,



I’ll look forward to tomorrow,

After all, I like lemons sour.

Eyes

The frog saw a man who had once been a wealthy business man,

And in the man’s eyes, he saw money

Off of the money did sunlight reflect and shine in a young boy's eyes,

He picked up the small coin, and stuffed it in his pocket,

The coin reappeared and was exchanged for a small chocolate bar at a candy shop.

The chocolate bar was divided into four, and a young girl saw kindness in it,

The warmth radiated onto her mother, who raised an infant without a father,

The woman baked a pie in an oven, which ended up in old, wrinkly hands,

At midnight, a thief broke in and stole the pie away,

Away, he ran with it, and tripped on a stone,

The pie was flung on the ground, and was soon a mountain of coal,

An ant picked up a generous piece and continued its long journey back home,

Travelling near the urban area, tragedy fell upon the ant,

It was stepped on by a successful man who was happy with life,

In his hand, he held a cage with a frog, who had seen many things.