A Favor

Submitted by airlia on Sun, 05/24/2009 - 20:04

Tomorrow, Monday May 25th is memorial day. It is the day we honor our military, more importantly those who gave their lives.
Memorial day is not all about fun and games and cookouts and picnics; it is serious, and we should remember the true meaning of it.
I ask that tomorrow, May 25th you take time and remember what it is all about; that you thank God for your military, and remember those who have fallen.

Elegance

Submitted by E on Sun, 05/24/2009 - 18:55

Poem two

Elegance

Wind stings your eyes
Your hair
Whips back behind you
You run at the speed of sound

Hoofbeats
Carrying on beneath you
The rush
Nothing else exists

His ropey mane
You hold
His long stride
You feel

You are in sync
You are one
You only feel
Each other

He stops
You stop with him
He trembles as he neighs
A mighty trumpet call

Under the midnight sky
Thousands of hooves run towards you
Chills
Is all you feel

Backyard

Submitted by E on Sun, 05/24/2009 - 02:22

Backyard

Sunlight brushes your cheeks
Branches brush your hair
The birds sing a choir
As if they know you’re there

The trees dance
The wind whistles
The squirrels chant
The cat bristles

You laugh
Your arms spread
You lay in the grass
‘Tis now your bed

A caterpillar climbs your finger
A mighty mountain to he
You watch him gently cross
Then you look to the bee

The bee buzzes
Busy as could be
Sucking all his nectar
Yummy, yummy, you think

The Poor Little Goat Chapter Three

Submitted by Lexus on Fri, 05/22/2009 - 20:44

When Dots' owners arrived at the vet everyone could tell he was very sick. He had to stay at the vet for a whole day. Dots' owners were worried about him terribly. They decided to drive around the neighboring towns. A few hours later his owner's cell phone rung. They looked at the screen...It was the vet. Was Dots okay? Did he make it? Would they ever see him again?

A Moth-Eaten Kerchief Prolouge

Submitted by Tori on Fri, 05/22/2009 - 17:06

It was late that night. I sat there, so close to what I had waited for through all those long years. Filled with excitement. Not excitement, exactly. More…anticipation. That was it. Nothing could possibly have gone wrong. I paced around in the tiny room, hands in my pockets. Then something red caught my eye. A dull, faded red kerchief. I picked it up, stared at it for just a moment, and threw it back to the floor and kicked it behind some boxes. I was on the brink of victory, mere hours away from conquering what had always, in my eyes, been rightfully mine.

Sea Eyes, Chapter 4, by Xotirra

Submitted by Bridget on Fri, 05/22/2009 - 06:47
It’s Grant’s turn, but he’s sleeping. Thank goodness he’s silent. He was beginning to drive me mad.

The walk to the pond was green, like the rest of our island. Normally I would have expected to see birds, but there were no traces of them, save a brightly colored feather peeking out here and there, from inside a hole of tree, from behind a clump of rocks, wherever they thought they could find shelter from the approaching storm.

I Have

Submitted by Timothy on Fri, 05/22/2009 - 04:16

I have two ears to hear you
If you need to talk

I have two feet to stand on
If you need a friend to walk

I have two eyes to see you
And the beauty you deny

I have two hands to pull you
From the places where you hide

I have one mouth, unopened
That never needs to speak

I have two arms to hold you
Whenever you feel weak

I have one heart to open
If you need to share

I have one love to tell you
I will always be right there

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