Paying it back or forward

She looked at the rain on her window,

Heard the lovely melody outside.

Watched him walk away,

Looking down at my hand the letter of my father.

My lovely annabelle,

Please be kind when you grow,

Make it a responsibility to see a light of dark,

Seek life in those of death.

10 years have gone,

Reading the letters one by one.

Looking at the ink print of his thumb,

Memories that always flood back.

I see him down the street.

Reading what he wrote to me,

2 lefts; a right; and remain straight.

Directions to him I needed to see.

I see him standing at a stand,
I look to see he sees me too,
We start walking, then running,
He embraces me in a warm hug.

We are 22,
10 years have passed since he moved,
He tells me of the adventures he's had,
I tell him the mystery I solved.

This is a poem that I wrote a while ago, I believe that the writing of letters was an idea placed into my mind by the anime Fairy Tail, the mother dies and the girl is writing 'diary' letters to her mom. She tries to tell her mom each day what happens to her; like new friends, fathers reappearing to take her back to her home where she can be 'married off to another rich fellow for profits for a company', hellish guilds that are terribly bad theyll kill anyone who stands in their way, etc. But the thing that I love most about that show is that a bunch of misfits found solitude in a guild named Fairy Tail and they live to protect and love there nakama, "family".

True

It maybe true,

That by looking at the blue ocean hue,

Will make you relax,

But just dont push yourself to the max, 

On trying to make it in time,

Because this poem won’t rhyme.

Please dont panic,

It still is intact.

You can see it once the day is done,

Because its better when….

The sun is gone.

When the moon has arise,

It will make your eyes….

Grow gold.

You are young not old.

This poem I made a while back, maybe I was in my 1st year of high school. I do believe I was, I think this was before my 1st boyfriend, and I'm not saying that my life changed drastically in a bad way. Its more like I learned to love myself more, and to love others. I met a lot of friends that changed my high school status to involved and not lonely or complicatingly normal. This poem was made before I changed the way I saw myself, I still dont know who I am, what I want to do, or who inspires me the most, hell I think that the person who inspires me is Lewis Caroll and my father. I think those are the only 2.

Phone Alarm

This is sorta like a blues/jazz/rock sort of thing, I came up with it obviously like what it says in the song. I came up with it 4 mins ago, and the words just flooded through me. Here it is:

Ring a ding ding, ring a dang dang

sleeping next to my phone, 

all night long sings the same tune.

Ring a ding ding, ring a dang dang.

Sleepy am I?

What can I try.

Ring a ding ding, ring a dang dang,

Sleepy eyes of mine.

Sleepy head over time.

Ring a ding ding, ring a dang dang,

Overturned my stripe pajamas,

Slept in them all night long.

Ring a ding ding, ring a dang dang

Sleepy monster under my bed.

Sleepy critters sing in my head.

Snooze the sound no noise comes out,

Press mute,

Then the off button goes to the flute.

Sweet sounds my little alarm.

No words can repeat my beating little heart

When my phone goes off,

It wakes me like a start,

I can’t seem to find,

The marbles in my mind.

My phone goes off,

Its 6 am.

On a Monday morning on the way to hell.

I sleep through my alarm never waking up,

Getting scolded in the morning is my parents love.

Leon and Sora (Kaleido Star Fan-made Couple)

The voice that calls in the wind,

Is the voice that is in my head?

Every waking hour,

You seem to be calling out to me.

I stand here on the bluff,

The ocean breeze is making the trees sway,

The sunset makes the green flash appear across the ocean,

The moon and stars twinkle in the night sky.

We preform on stage,

The audience seems to have gone quiet,

No matter how many times that we seem to preform this maneuver,

You're always by my side.

Our minds sync,

My moves in the air as I glide like an angle in the sky,

The trapeze seem to move in my favor,

Then you catch me as I fall.

We wave to the audience,

We show our combined hands in the air,

We bow to the audience and leave the stage,

Everyone is happy again.

I walk out of the Kaleido Stage,

Stand at the railing looking over the ocean,

You walk up behind me and take your hand in mine,

Your mine and I am yours.

All The Same . . . .

Antonio, sweet Antonio,
Caught between the two tides,
One of the Luna the other of Marez.
Drifted on angry turbulent waters,
Unsure of the quest he seeks.

The squarelling conflicts of speech,
Heard over head upon beach and sea.
The moon of Luna talks to the man of Marez.
The long unsettling conversation of the perturbed man and woman.

To beseech it be to thee,
Antonio talks fervently to the vast expanse of worldly land.
Roaring winds seem to reply.
Never ceasing storms increased in size and monstrous winds escape the blockade of clouds that was built overhead.

A cry of anger,
Ultima; a witch, a lord, a saving grace.
Speaks upon to Antonio describing the raging sea and the calm moon waters,
She calms him by telling of the one and the same speech,
The moon controls the waters of calm but the sea and other waters all share the same body.

All the same . . . .

Short-Story: Always Remember Mom, Dad

In this time where I was born and raised,

My mother and my father were killed,

In a scene of flowers red and white,

In the caves that were scattered up north,

The ones that are there have crystals,

Lined the edges and sides,

MY parents my mom and dad.

Searched far and wide for a miracle cure,

To cure me from being sick and diseased,

And from dying.

You can say that I killed them.

Like everyone says.

It haunts my dreams,

Just thinking about them sets me off every day.

The magic that I have residing in me is the love that my parents held for me all those days ago.

And I keep it safe,

Always and forever in this small heart of mine.

I will always remember you two.

The picnics on the hills that never came to be,

The walks in the parks,

Being swung on a tree swing that never truly happened.

And the days where you talked to me which I never remembered.

Now I sing to thee.

Take all your hardships and put them with me.

I will shoulder there weight.

I will always love you!

Always. . . . 

Time to Remember You

Days are simple but they’re not.

Days are passing by one on one.

Days are everlasting hours of time,

Days always end forever.

Light that comes in the mornings,

Disappears over darkness night.

Light in the afternoon falls to be,

And rests along the moon.

Seas that are controlled,

Will be spotted early on,

And waves that are slowly departing,

Will be swept away.

Slowly now,

Pick up pace.

Slowly terrorizing,

Never stopping to know why I try to make you smile.

And the months of the year.

With the odd names that continue,

All the years numbered instead of letters.

All come to be 2015.

From the year 1998,

I have lived over 16 years.

I have done so many things of all.

And the number one on my list of things is to remember you.