PEEK

     She was on her toes as she peeked over the gate, but let's not
     get ahead of ourselves.
Everyday she would walk past that fence in her daily routine, always wondering and dreaming what it would be like on the other side. There were said to be such wonders behind it; adventures and marvelous things that children could only think of. She had also heard that once she looked over that gate she could never go back, but that couldn't possibly be so. After all, the excitement of looking over had consumed her every thoughts to cause even anxiety at times. There was so much curiosity about that gate and the joys behind it, so she decided to finally look. Just one peek would be all; it wouldn't hurt anyone anyway; so really she decided to peek. As she quickly walked towards that gate her head started to spin as the rush of something new came closer. And so, she was on her toes as she peeked over the gate.  And then she looked.

MOVE

Don't get stuck in a rut.
That's not a fun place to dwell.
You've just got to get up
And dust yourself off after you fell.
Sometimes it may be hard, but
It's the only way to excel.
Be done with your self wallop.
To the ground say your farewell,
And from the laws of gravity rebel,
So now you can start to be well.

WRITE

As he
picks up
the pen
and sets
down the
paper he
can feel
his wings
coming out.
As the words
are poured out
of his heart
and onto the
paper his wings
take flight. No
longer is he bound,
no longer is he
silent. He can now
take flight and soar
up above the clouds
as his pen rythmically
moves along the paper.
For that is writing.

HIDDEN

It's hidden by covering it up.
                        pretend it isn't true.
                        faking everything is alright.
The hidden feeling causes discomfort.
                                           disgust.
                                           self loathing.
It remains hidden because of the shame.
                                                        fear.
                                                        fact that it is different.
And that's why it is hidden.

SHALLOW

The little pond was only a few inches deep. It had small rocks and was surrounded by little flowers being covered with weeds. But it always wanted more. Maybe, even though it was shallow, it would have those gorgeously smooth rocks that would shimmer along with the lining of lush flowers. Petals would be sprinkled onto the pond creating those who walked by to stop and stare. But it never was so; it was just a shallow pond with shallow desires.

HARD

Ever since that day,

   it was hard for

him to let anyone in.

   No matter how

  much or how differently

he tried to

    they always seemed to

let him down.

 He always went too far in,

        got too invested.

Then he was just left

   in the lurch,

with a broken heart

  to piece back together.

SEED

See that tree over there?
That huge tree was once just a tiny seed.
That little seed would have always been a seed
    if it had not been willing to break out of its shell and grow.
And even starting to grow
       it had to get its nutrients so it could be strong
and it had to spread its roots into the ground so it could be secure.
It wasn't easy, but that little seed wanted to become a tree
   so it fought for it.
And now look at it.
Look at what a simple seed can become.

BRIGHTENS

The tiny things in life
Are really the most
Important.
It's just like how
The small ray of sunshine
That reaches out of the
Clouds brightens even
The darkest and stormiest of days.
Or how the
Simple act of a smile
Brightens ones face.
It might be small,
But it is important
And it is bright.

ROAD TRIP

   Boredon trickles all around just like the unstable water bottle as it steadily leaks onto the freshly made carpet. I can't remember the last time we went, I mean all of us, to them.

   I lean my head on the window and take a peak outside. Green feilds flash between the snow covered mountains. Thankfully the winter season stopped a few weeks ago, but that doesn't mean the rain is gone. Its splashes are as steady as the flooding over waterbottle.

   All I have to do is write. That's all I ever seem to do now. Ever since it happened...

   But I try not to think about that as I look around the crowded car. My sister Anne is leaning on my shoulder, which now has a stream of drool slowly forming. But I don't care much. I don't want to wake her, though I probably would have a month ago.

   My little brother Bob is shoved in the back between my siblings Mary and Jim. It was really too small of a car for all of us but we never complained. Actually we like to be close to each other now a days.

   Two other siblings are on my left side. The little ones, Sam and Tom. Thankfully they have been silently sucking on their thumbs or sleeping the entire ride. While staring at them I realize how jealous I truly am. They have no cares or worries. They don't even know what's going on.

   A sudden snort from the front of the car distracted my thoughts. The source was from my uncle in the shotgun seat. He was sound asleep. I couldn't help but stare at him and as I did hot anger surged my body.

   Quickly I turned my head away. No, I couldn't think that. It wasn't true what Jim told me. He just wouldn't do that.

   Turning my attention to the driver I stared at my nana, well my grandma actually, but she didn't like us to call her that. I guess it made her feel old, even thought she doesn't seem old to me. Being married as young as she did caused my dad to follow in her footsteps. My mom said it was a bad thing to do but it did give nana the advantage of still being young with grandchildren.

   My mom. Dad.

   Nana was the first one there after it happened. We were actually at her house when the news reached us. She then had to force my relunctant uncle to drive, even though he just ended up sleeping anyway.

   Of course we don't know where we're actually driving to. We are just kids. Adults don't tell us things like that. Or that's at least what Jim says.

LOVELY

Love twitters like a fresh spring bird.

Its soft, enticing song engulfs all who hear it.

It's addicting.

The feeling takes over the brain, heart, body, and soul of its unsuspecting victims.

But it's lovely,

Funny how that word can so completely describe love.

It can be annoying at times,

But completely lovely.

Or at least if it is right or meant to be.

In other words,

True love is lovely.

For instance,

Wouldn't it be lovely to always have someone to hold?

Someone to talk to and adore?

The beautiful and lovely thing is that they love and adore you in return.

That's meaningful.

That is love.

LEAP

        You can leap
        into the arms
        all you want,
        but there are
            only three
         options that
           will follow.
   Either they
  move aside,
 afraid of the
  initial jump,
 causing you
           to fall.
       Or you will be
      caught and all
 will be right for a
                     time.
         But then the
           weight will
          become too
         much, it will
        annoy or not
      seem worth it,
causing you to fall.
  Or you
   will be
  caught
       and
      held
through
     it all.

MEANT IT

You might have thought that I was kidding. Maybe it was my voice or something that gave you that impression. When I said those three simple words you started to laugh, brushing me aside as you walked out. I had poured my heart into that and you just thought it was an immature joke,

But I meant it.

You thought I was some sort of toy that you could use and abuse. When you held me tight I held you back, trying to show you how I felt. But you didn't feel the same way, you didn't feel anything. I was just a simple game to you, without any feelings or with no need to explain to,

But I meant it.

I meant it.

HIT

Slam.
Whack.
Punched right in the face.
An instant slice.
Feeling its sting.
Blood runs steadily down
Like tears.

ATTACHED

No matter how much tape or glue is on, the paper will fall off eventually. Either by the weather or by someone's pull it will come apart. But the words on the paper cannot be taken away. They can be covered up but never seperated. The paper and words are attached, and no pull or weather or mark can take that away.