My True Love

You sprinkle on my soul; a light mist. You are the bright Sun in my mornings to my twinkling stars that dance in my night. Your heart is my obsession, your eyes are my light, your soul part of mine. You circle and flow through my body as if on command. Your shining face overpowers all of my thoughts, your smile a permanent part of me. Your eyes remain inside, with their smile and twinkle. Your soul blends into me, into mine with it's innocence and individuality. How could anything else take control of me like this? Your eyes run through my mind and your smile shines into my heart. Innocence, happiness, smile, eyes, passion, kindness, gentle nature, all of which belongs to you creep through the seams of my mind... This happiness inside combined between us two shall never shadow, the love shall continue to bloom deep inside... And never rest. To eternity and back.

*I would like to dedicate this poem to my true love, Michael*

Spring

Spring, a time where flowers peak. The butterflies and birds smile down on the world bellow and the Sun crawls out of it's shade. The school books and dropped and the jump ropes slice the air, the flowers pierce the world with their floral scent. The trees flap through the breeze, showing off their newly bloomed beauties. The flowers shoot through the ground saying their time has come to show off their essence. The creatures peek through their holes and hop, run, fly, or crawl to the Sun that shines bright today. That is the true meaning of Spring.

This was my first real poem I had ever written. That I can find. There is one more before this one. I can't remember where I put it.... It was legally the first one.

Freedom

I think back to a time of soldiers and fighters. The cannons and guns firing, I breathe in the scent of gunpowder and I hear the cries of help from the wounded and dying warriors, fighting for my freedom. I feel the wounded and I remember what they did. I inhale the bloody scent and listen to the cry--- no mourning, of those poor families. I taste the freedom given to me, and it tastes like victory. I strain to see the remains of these amazing heroes. I watch as they go down with a terrified expression. They all put thereselves through this just so I could live free.

*Really stop and think about why we celebrate July 4th.*

Music

Hear the drummers bang, hear the trumpets' blow, hear the flutes chime (that's the instrument I play at Maiden Middle School! Go FLUTES!), hear the trombones slide, hear the clarinet hum to the melody, hear the sax play to the rythem. I hear the rythem and I tap to the beat. The music strikes me like lightning, and before I know it, the song is inside of me. Inside of my heart. The song lyrics circle around me, as I remember the words. I listen as the instruments get louder, and it hits me harder. Soon I forget I am playing and I am in a musical dreamland.

*In honor of the Maiden Middle and Maiden High School bands! Visit the high school band website at http://www.bandsofmaiden.org/. Rock on flutes (and the other instruments too!)!*

The Garden

A place where vegetables exchange secrets. It's a place nature blossoms and gives you a sample of itself. It's where the animals secretly grab food and the spot insects run free, not holding back. It's that special spot flower-lovers and gardeners put their mind and thoughts into reality. Where else can you find their work and beauty? It's the location roots and seeds come together to make something truley beautiful. Where is this wonderful, magical place you ask? Why, it's in the garden.

Popularity

I stare as the "glamour girls" shoot through the halls with their hair curled to perfection and every hair in place. Their perfume could drowned out the next room. Their flashy, high-style clothes are shining through the windows. Their real Coach handbags nearly knock everyone over. Their big, large braclets clackle everytime they wave. Their heels click along. I stare down at my Converses, laugh, and roll my eyes. I grab my school bag, smile, and walk the other way.

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My Dreams

I know it's random, but when I get older, I want to be a professional writer and poet. I have writen novels and poems in the past, and I have been commented on them several times. People say that they are adult-like, or fantastic, and really good things like that. So, the main purpose I am going to use this blog is for posting my poems, and I want people like you to comment on them, and tell me what you really think, no matter how crucial.