i love spring. spring time. actually i don’t. my birthdays just then. but spring days are nice when you’re driving home from school and you roll your windows down and its the first real warm day and you blast music and you still feel a little cold. I don’t know. it’s nice, but thats all. nothing like fall.
it isn’t spring
but i heard birds chirp
i’m not usually one for wild life
but the bird helped me cope
i listened to its song
and i let it give me hope
that you’re somewhere out there now
looking down on us with love
and i know you won’t be with us
at our thanksgiving kids table
but you’ll be in all our hearts
making all of us now able
to accomplish all our goals
and get through each tough time
because your spirit will give excitement
like the way you lived your life
It was a beautiful spring day. And cherry blossoms fluttered down from tree branches. The sun shone down and made everything so-cozy. Like a warm blanket. The bright green grass tickled my legs and neck as I lay on the ground. Lovely, beautiful.
My eyes closed and I started to drift into sleep.
“Ophelia…”
I shot up. There was no one around, just the trees and flowers.
I lay back down hesitantly and tried to sleep again.
“Ophelia…” My eyes opened and I looked above me. There was a young man leaning over with silver hair.
My eyes widened and I opened my mouth to scream. But I didn’t have a chance.
His lips closed over mine and I forgot to breath.
Almost immediately it was over and I took a deep, shaky breath.
“Who….are you?”
His image seemed to fade, “Someone important.”
I reached up as if to grab for him, “Where are you going?”
“Soon. I’ll find you soon. Don’t worry…..”
And he was gone.
I sat up and looked around.
My lips felt warm and they tingled from a kiss that could not have possibly been real.
i love spring. spring time. actually i don’t. my birthdays just then. but spring days are nice when you’re driving home from school and you roll your windows down and its the first real warm day and you blast music and you still feel a little cold. I don’t know. it’s nice, but thats all. nothing like fall.
By Torrey on 10.13.2011
Spring is a beautiful season. The fragrance of the blooming flowers, children playing, the birds and the delightful sun.
By Swati URL on 10.13.2011
the springs in the mattress etched lost stories into my back all night, as i tossed and turned. can you read them?
By weetz on 10.13.2011
it isn’t spring
but i heard birds chirp
i’m not usually one for wild life
but the bird helped me cope
i listened to its song
and i let it give me hope
that you’re somewhere out there now
looking down on us with love
and i know you won’t be with us
at our thanksgiving kids table
but you’ll be in all our hearts
making all of us now able
to accomplish all our goals
and get through each tough time
because your spirit will give excitement
like the way you lived your life
© LL
By lauren URL on 10.13.2011
It was a beautiful spring day. And cherry blossoms fluttered down from tree branches. The sun shone down and made everything so-cozy. Like a warm blanket. The bright green grass tickled my legs and neck as I lay on the ground. Lovely, beautiful.
My eyes closed and I started to drift into sleep.
“Ophelia…”
I shot up. There was no one around, just the trees and flowers.
I lay back down hesitantly and tried to sleep again.
“Ophelia…” My eyes opened and I looked above me. There was a young man leaning over with silver hair.
My eyes widened and I opened my mouth to scream. But I didn’t have a chance.
His lips closed over mine and I forgot to breath.
Almost immediately it was over and I took a deep, shaky breath.
“Who….are you?”
His image seemed to fade, “Someone important.”
I reached up as if to grab for him, “Where are you going?”
“Soon. I’ll find you soon. Don’t worry…..”
And he was gone.
I sat up and looked around.
My lips felt warm and they tingled from a kiss that could not have possibly been real.
All on a beautiful spring day.
By Elizabeth Tempest URL on 10.13.2011