War

I stood, Amid the fresh graveyard 

Gooey, darkened, blood, Askew cans of Lard 

I dragged the limp carcass of my once determined comrade, propping him against the muddy, cold barricade. 

Limping, I trudged through the trench, wishing my terrible memories would fade. 

Piles of death, awaiting their chance, 

To take the life of another with their menacing dance/ 

Just looking at it made the hole in my chest ache, 

I grasped at the wound, holding in my life, I wished this was fake. 

I inhaled, a painful gasp, of the chilling crisp air, with a stench of blood. 

I felt nauseous, seasick. I toppled backwards into the ice-cold mud. 

A chill ran up my spine. My voice echoed, although I spoke in my head. 

I tried to see but couldn’t even look dead ahead. 

It was chilling. I was floating in what felt like water but thicker 

I sat up, my senses slowly coming, when I heard a faint cheerful snicker. 

A girl, long straight brunette hair, glistening blue eyes, My DAUGHTER. 

She danced around playfully. How I wished to join her instead of being amidst all this slaughter. 

I grasped at the illusion, falling into the thick darkened pool of blood. 

I inhaled for air, all the energy drained from my body, when I heard an echoing thud! 

I snapped awake, drenched in sweat, A German guard slapped me across the face. 

How I wished to fight back, although I was tied to a chair. Was this my fate? 

He pointed to a tub of water and spoke in lingo I’d never heard. 

Wo sind die Amerikaner? Questioned the man, who looked a bit slurred 

What did he say, Well I don’t know. 

At that moment, I was knocked cold, as what felt like snow 

Deep

 I’m confused, I’m lost, I’m deep in this hole. My partner has pushed me down deep in this hole. She said it was an accident and I said It’s ok just go get some help so I won’t be here all day. It’s been three days in this deep dark hole, I’m thinking my partner didn’t push me by accident. It’s been another day I have given up all hope but, them I just slightly see some thick thick rope. I open my eyes and realized it was just a dream. I was happy now that i wasn’t in that deep dark hole. 

You are Worth It

        Don’t listen to them                             

Show them who you are                      

Your Beautiful, Amazing, and Kind               

Don’t be controlled                                       

Shine you light                           

Bring light to their darkness                           

 It’s tough but                                

 You are worth it

Daisy

heavy and dark                                                                  the colors of a tree trunk                                                      mixed with the colors of a old blond carpet                                                                     she is cute and fuzzy                                                   eyes like amber, light brown, mixed with black                                                                  she’s fast like a car, big as a wolf                                                                  her feet like frogs webbed feet                                                                     cute but scary, she growls                                                                      she gets jealous as a human                                                                 skinny but squishy, fluffy as a bear,                                                                     one word to describe her is….                                                                                       DAISY.  

Snow

The crisp December air, with puffy white cotton balls sitting on the gigantic blue bed covering the world with an atmospheric hat. As the tiny and fragile snowflakes fall to the ground, you peep outside your window, slightly shifting your blinds. You bundle yourself up in jackets and coats, extra shirts and pants, then you slide on your gloves. When you open the door the cold breeze hits your face. Your nose turns into a cherry, and your cheeks get rosy. The frost cold air fills your thoughts. You run down your stairs of the porch, onto the white, half frozen blanket covering the once lushes grass. You drop to your knees then to your back, pull out your legs, and start moving your arms up then down. Now your legs up then down. Slowly standing, then looking down you feel proud. You roll up snow big, small, medium. You then place them in a stack. You add a scarf, carrot nose, and maybe a hat too. Your all done now but quit cold, ready to go inside. You bundle up again, but this time in blankets and on the couch. The steaming smell of chocolate fills your nose. The taste on your taste buds as you take a sip filling your whole body with warmth. Christmas music fills your ears as the people on the screen mumble and murmur, the snow still falling softly to the ground making the blanket bigger and colder too, with each delicate snowflake. 

Smooth Stone

 A smooth stone sits in my place, it stays smooth and still, peaceful, un-moving. It keeps motionless and unchanged. Even as the elements rage around it, it stays soft, calm, safe. Even as the sands of time drift away, moss and lichen grow like a blanket around it, keeping it warm, keeping it safe. As the seasons turn in their cycle, spring into summer, summer into fall, fall into into winter, winter back into spring. It’s a cycle, never ending, never stopping. Rain, sun, sleet, hail, and snow all come down, pelting down around it, the precipitation rains down, the stone remains, unchanged, untouched.

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