Collecting Dust

All those moments,
You hold inside,
Your tangle hair,
Fair blue eyes,
most likely the best days of my life,
safe,
innocent,
all now stored right there inside,
those days are done,
sitting underneith my bed,
catching dust and letting the memories fade.

Blue and Purple hands (This is How I Remember IT)

Alice held her small hands up to me, to show how covered with paint her hands were. I watched her rub her cheeks with her bright blue hand and one dirty purple hand. I bent down to gently wipe the colorful paint off her face. As I did so, she giggledand grabbed for the red paint and squirted the tube all across my face. I scolded her, and joked that if she wasn't careful elfs would take her away. She went silent. When I returned to her, with new paper towels. my heart clenched. She was gone.

Rarity revived

Even great trees will loose their leaves,
Harsh is the word for winter,
Forgetting the icy chills,
Comes as often as a early snow in June,
Spring never starts from scratch,
Just revives the things that have died,
Rarity is rare,
When rarity appears,
Something new will be found,
Something different,
To repair the memories of the icy chills.

moments (tomorrow)

Moments,

Go by so fast,

That hour i will say good bye,

Will be so soon in the past,

That day when i pack my things,

It will soon be that yesterday,

That year I stopped getting emails from those old friends,

I will forget,

That day i have to find new friends,

I will no longer remember them,

These moments will make me sigh,

Tomorrow..

click click click

By Meg and Anna

Evan sat the table, watching his wife click her tounge, on and on. Evan loved his wife dearly but he couldn't stand the sound. The clicking couldn't go on for another day, it had to stop. As he picked up his steak knife, he threw it across the table, towards her throat. The clicking stopped, the silence haunted him and as he sat there he began to click his tounge.