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The greatest accomplishment of my life.
English 10 SHIMMYPSY
Tuesday, June 3, 2014
Raindrops
When raindrops happily
plunge from heavy clouds,
They whistle with glee
as they plummet to Earth.
For it is their play time,
Together with gravity
they fashion their fun.
Roofs are the raindrop’s
roller coasters, starting at the peak.
They slide,
The wind gently passing
by,
In a continuous glide.
With curiosity they try
squeezing through windows of houses.
They seek to explore,
What it's like to be in,
from out-of-doors.
Umbrellas are their
trampolines,
They bounce and flip and
soar this way and that.
For green to rise on
Earth,
They dance through the
soil and kiss the roots of plants.
They bolt down mountains,
They bolt down mountains,
Pushing rivers to great
speeds.
When play time is over,
They are ready to
ascend,
And they vanish into the
air,
Waiting for this moment
to return.
As they melt into the
sky,
Glowing colours shine
with a touch of the sun.
The whole city, bright
in the magical glow.
Their rainbow forms a
radiant smile,
For the people living
their lives with sad frowns.
Saturday, May 24, 2014
No More Tears to Cry
More than a month ago.
On a cold day like today.
And yet, I remember it like it was yesterday
In the day of the Titanic and before the days of
hope
Came the disastrous ferry accident.
People say we must be hurt for us to grow
We must fall in order to know
We must lose in order to gain and sometimes
We must be broken so we can be whole again.
But this is nothing like what we say or imagine.
Not just love
But more than love.
As a family
We fight and scream and do all sorts of stupid
things
But we know love.
But when you see the grieving families
And when you feel the hopeless families
As they rush to the sea
Only to see a capsized ship,
Tears run down your cheeks
Until there are no tears to cry.
Wednesday, May 21, 2014
Spring
White and pink
The blossoms
unfold.
Their
scent drifting like coloured mist.
The green
will never be so green again
So pure
and natural,
The first
lilies of March
Defining Life
Life is the sum of experiences
That we
encounter as we plod through
Day-to-day
struggles.
Yet, triumphs
swirl our lives
Like
ascending birds
High
above the landscape.
When we
encounter a challenge
We have
freedom to react.
Every
decision that we make
Leads us
down a different road-
Changes
us in ways that we do know
We will
never revisit the exact, same crossroads.
Every decision
that we make has significance:
The
tiniest choices reverberate throughout the entire universe
Mistakes
Two destinies diverge into the dark
Nothing to be seen or predicted
Gone all this way only to find a dilemma,
I step back and look behind as far as I can
Into the past, I look
Only to find the foolish mistakes fracturing my future.
I look back, hopeless
With an urge that cannot be cured
Behind Enemy Lines
Behind Enemy Lines
Behind the enemy lines
For what seems like an eternity
Away from hope, light, and dreams
I see myself playing in the snow
Placing a carrot on the snowman’s head
Laughing
Making snow angels
I see myself across the frozen pond
With an ice cream
As round as my face
I see myself with a family
I see myself with hope, light, and
What seems like a dream.
But I am behind the enemy lines
And there are no snowmen here
Only cold sentinels
And angels are only in heaven.
There is no ice cream in our rations,
And here,
Behind enemy lines,
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