If Only

If only

You still loved me;

If only

You would accept me;

Okay, I'm on a roll!

Writing about You

Artemis Fowl

Sly smile
Sneaky expression;
Conniving thoughts
Almost;

Evil deeds
A slow;
Change of heart
Still so very real;

Even so
A guilty soul;
Fallen under the effect
Of Atlantis Complex;

Another person inside
Your head;
Painful shock
Brought him out;

A pretty elf
The “princess”;
Orion loves her
To her disgust;

The centaur
A noble steed;
Even so
Artemis also;

Loves Holly
To no avail

I'm almost ready to give up...
I'm on the ground, 
love is,
nowhere to be found.

I'm lost and shattered and broken, 
things are going down,
It's been a long time coming.

Our  time, time. Sweet time.
Is fading away,
I don't know,
What else I can say.

TIck-tock goes the clock,
one more second of unspoken misery
one second closer to when you'll see.

I've always loved you since the day we met, 
I held on like a trapeze,
But I forgot to look for a net.

Now I'm going
Down
Down
Down.
And I won't make a sound.
I'll leave quietly,
I'll leave slowly.
Let you go

I'll be in pain, 
and you won't know a thing.
I'll make this simple,
no need for more tears.

Stop, do you hear that?
Something creeping in the dark.
Did you hear that growl?
Something is following us.
Another great threat.
The fear of an attack draws,
are you scared of it?

BOO! Everyone screams.
Wait, that wasn't a monster!
That was Lindi's bro...
What a hatefull pest, he is!
Wait, whats that liquid?
EW! That's disgusting Lindi....

   - Hope you enjoyed, and have a frightfull haloween....MWAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA!

- Lauren S. Baker, Reporter

I got bored, so I wanted to write someting. Here's a poem called Stars.

Stars
 
You stare up at those twinkiling lights
So beautiful so wonderful
You wish they'd never stop being bright
They look so tiny and fearful
 
But in the back of your mind
You know
About their kind
They softly glow
But far above
Way up high
The big fiery balls of pride and love

This summer my family and friends went up to Creede, CO. If you don't know where that is, its in the Weminuche wilderness and home to some of the most beautiful trails in the entire world. My family has gone up there every year since before my older sister was born.
So I wrote this poem about it to accompany some of the photographs I took. Enjoy.

The sun dances on the silver black hills
For the last time it strokes the cold stone with its warm fingers
The air is cold to the touch
The sun dances on the silver black hills.

My sister's friend purchased two Lovebirds and 4 eggs a few months ago.

All the eggs hatched into healthy birds. They kept two, sold one, and gave the other to us. Our bird is happy and healthy, and we gave him the name Houdini.

However, this poem isn't about Houdini. It is about the smallest bird, who still hasn't been given a name. He got out of his cage, and drowned in a toilet. It is a common death for Lovebirds - that are a kind of parrot, so they are very smart.

The bird died around two days ago, the time undecided. 

To make my sister's devastated friend feel a little better, I wrote her a poem. It tells the story of a little three month old Lovebird whose - as I see it - cleverness killed him. She told me it made her day, and thanked me a million times. However, a poem can only ease so much pain.