You

You picked me up when I was down instead of leaving me on the ground.
Encouraging moving on and to just hang on,
but i noticed that I didn't need those because they were already a work in progress.
But you stayed by me none the less.
Thank You. <3

Dream Catcher

The sound of your voice is like a distant, long forgotten dream twisted in the twine.Winding and weaving it's way out then, slipping in to the threads of time. Never lost. Never forgotten.Always remembered.

Writting a book

Ok normally i write short stories and poems on here but today I am going to ask you if you would like me to post an excerpt from the book I am currently writing once a week.I will have the excerpts labeled so that they are easy to get to.I will probably post them on Friday nights if you all want me to do this. so please vote on weather I should or not. tell Friends because I wont do this unless at least 25 people say they would like me to do this.
Thank you,
MK

Fire Flies In the Night

Tiny prancing little things lighting up the clear deep night,
not stars and not a flash light.
But living breathing creatchers in the pale moon lit sky.
Sparking to a rhythm of which only their dances can remark.
Humming by my ear inviting me to the ball that has no end,
the party of living lanterns that lasts an eternity.

As the night drags on,
the small dancing pixies just keep going along.
Humming a rhythm then lighting it twice,
gliding along without another soul in sight.
Joyfully drifting over gentle waters,
sliding next to there twins of water and ripples from the chill of wind.

Then the first glimpse of sun unshield from the far off land and horizon.
Their fragile wings begin to give,
falling deeper in to a sleepy flight.
Lights go flashing this way and that,
no longer in sinc with the hums that were once so content.
They float back to the hallow and sleep while the ribbon like rays of gold and white are out in the day,
and come back to full life in the twilight.
These are the Fire flies of the night that you cannot dream to wish away.

At Flight

No rules to listen to,
always doing what i want and need to.
Having all my dreams at my small young finger tips,
with all my friends and family like the clouds around me.

My wings a deep rose red,
almost black in the iron blase heat.
Soaring though the misty twilight,
red-orange glimmers from the street lights.
Only dreaming,
ever living in the dark storm clouds waiting for the soothing sound of down pour on a road back home.

Traveling with the stars,
never ignoring their guidance.
I'll see the world this way and that,
charting the stars and what I imagine below as I go.
Sleep from midnight to noon,
yet some times noon to midnight.
Always seeing something new while on flight.

Home is a way aways,
but the memories of loving embracement is so close to my thumping heart.
I may return someday,
but for today my travels will resume.

Gravity

     His loneliness was forbidding.His lips pinched close together and tight.Looking at the other children with his glimmering grey eyes,keeping his hands wrapped around the thin, shining, metal bar that that ran along the wall.Now not using it for balance.Only to keep the feeling of drifting off inside of him.The gravity teacher would have to come over and help the poor little boy.
     Life on the ship was long,safe,and just as it is on earthbound places in our galaxy.But this little boy had grown on earth not on the ship, and not having gravity was beyond him.So as he clung to the bar with all his might a little girl,slightly younger than he, came over and lightly,fondly,and ever so carefully touched the top of his white knuckled hands.and said,"You are safe.Let go and come with me."
     With this the boy released the bar and flung into her, his arms wrapping around her slender waist, sending them into a far wall.At this he expected a kick in the side, but instead she simply laughed and huged him.He had found a freind.





sorry if you didnt like this it is different than what i normally write

Finding Its Way Back

When we parted our ways part of me went with you.
And when you told it to leave it wanted to stay,
But knew better than that.
On its way back it is taking all the detours,
just trying to take time away from being with me once more instead of you.
Getting lost,
Taking unknown turns,
Forgetting its way back home to me.

It is lost now only on the edge of the city,
Its pain very little.
Only minutes from me,
yet keeping a distance.
Longing for a last good bye that wouldn't shove it out the door in shock.
Just that would have pleased it.

Now it is at the edge of the wide winding road that leads to my house.
Knowing better than to look back until it gets here.
Its wounds from falling out the door are just scratches now and will heal quickly,
but will always keep the fond memories.
Because other than getting it out the door the way you did,
you left it with no nightmare to remember at dusk,
only dreams that I still wish wont fade like the smallest star.

Only out side the door,
It looks back knowing it is safe,
All to find a silver line followed it all the way.
It could find you again,
And wait for you in the pink-orange twilight each day.
But now it beaks a promise and gives up.
And now it feels light but no where near faint.
It feels stronger than on its travels home.
Knocks on the door,
Knowing that it will be fine sometime soon.
It is glad we are still friends.


I'm very sorry if this hurt anyone at all because it certainly wasn't meant to. I just really needed to write. Please leave a comment if you liked it and what you liked about it, because talking about writing always makes me almost feel whole on its own.And to who this was meant for please forgive me that I wrote it if it bothers you then send me a message and I can take it down.But truly I'm just glad we are still friends. :)

New Born

You start life with a scream letting your presence be known to the world.
Your soft skin after your first bath, still pink and purple from the cold.
I will always remember your tiny blue eyes sparkling in the sun light of the hospital room.
And how your small weak hand curled around my finger the first time I ever held you.
I wont forget how tired you and your mother were the day you were born,
Or how much everyone wanted to see you.
Even when you grow up i will see you the same
My blessed little cousin.
I will love you always.
And that's a promise.



Thanks to all my little cousins!And may God grant my new baby cousin, Mark, who was born today many blessed and happy years.

Wisconsin

I love your sound
your waves
and your kind people
I've grown to know you bye heart
Without Lake Michagan your sweetness may mold away
Because this is the place I love best
There I am at peace

Dragons

They soar through the sky.
They hunt their prey with the most intelligence.
They breath the fire that consumes the unbelieving.
And yet they are afraid of us.
Afraid of small creachers who have to go out of their way to decapitate the poor dragons.
We risk our lives to kill.
They risk there lives to go out of their homes.
Why must we act this way?
Please understand this message and pass it on in memory of the dragons, who died for us.

Street Rat?

     When we passed that boy on the street you said you hoped that street rat would learn a lesson and be taken into custody. But I didn't see him as a street rat, I saw him as a helpless little boy who lost his family.
     A little boy who has never had the privilege of a clean space lick your own. A young man growing up to be good, even in his bad society. I saw a street boy who looked at you as if you were his master and himself a poor beaten slave, waiting to be whipped in pain. Through the mud on his face I saw a bright and shinning dream to have a family someday.
     But thanks to people like you, who cut him down, he may never have the chance. He might never have the leisier to walk through a store for new clothes. He might never talk to other childern in a school yard. And now you tell me he doesn't feel that way? That he is fine on his own? Well then is he is fine then tell me. If he is fine then why is he starving and scavenging for food?
     Why does he have no home? He has the same rights as you and me, doesn't he?Should he not desurve schooling as you and I? Should the government not find him a home although it may be risky? I don't think so. So why should he live this way? What about his unaleinable rights? Remember "pursuit of happyness"? But he isn't happy he is tourchered and needs help.
     You refuse this, but I won't. So good day to you.

Love

I get your friendship

I earn your trust

I even learn your ways

But what about you love?

That is what I truly want

I want you to see me as I see you

I want you to feel about me how I feel about you

I would say I just want you to know that I love You but that's a lie

I want you to love me too

But you don't see that in me

Instead you go to the girls next to me

I know you don't mean to break my heart really I do

But why can't you love me even a little?

Well I guess all that is left to say is I love you

The rest is up to you

I Forgive

You can't say anything about me,
Like the way you do with all the other girls that you got nothing on.
I've done nothing wrong so let me strut the halls free of you and your word.
Cause I don't hate you, nor do I want to.
But I can see that you hate me when I smile to please my friends,
And when you can tell I have a good life,
And that I love it.
But you love my pain and want to embrace it.
You walk by and stomp on my foot as you pass,
So that my yelp will heal your pain,
And cause mine for your pleasure.
You say you're sorry with a charming smile,
Then turn on your word.
You get caught, released, and then you repete.
You think I hate you so you smile.
So let me break your heart andruin your dreams,
Because I willl never hate you.
Because you are like family to everyone who breakes you down,
And learns you by heart.
So cry as you mightI love you like a brother and always will.
So love my love,
And hate my hate,
Because I wont change,
But I know you will someday.
I have faith in you becoming great in the heart.
And someday you will forgive my persistance,
And hope that I will forgive you.
But what you don't know is that you have already been forgiven.