Haiku

~haikus are not really my preference but i did it anyways
i made three.~

Centipede

An armored body
Offering dangerous bites
Resident of the tropic.



Fog

A shrouding mist
Thick white sea of humid water
Falling into the city



Dandelions

Soft, white puffy balls
Wavy, sharp yellow petals
A tooth of a lion


~in French dandelion means "a tooth of a lion"~

Metallic Iron

~This poem was written as a social-studies project. I thought it would be a good decision to post it. so please tell me what you think!! = D
thankyou!!~

Metallic Iron

I walk down the corridor, leaving
Uneasy feelings behind. Remembering the
Experiments I've done. One after another.

Closing my eyes, and
Seeing the ones walking with me,
giving me confidence.

My father, walking alongside of me. His
face confident and eyes sparkling but
Firm. Looking ahead.

Opening my eyes, I'm
In my office, sitting. Presentation
All but incomplete. Too much stress.
I let myself relax.

Closing my eyes once more, I
See my grandfather, same as I've always
Remembered him. He sits down infront of
Me. The same eyes and the same smile as
My father, but this time, looking at me.

The imaginary smell of
Metallic iron reaching my
Nose. I rise up, and look around.
In my lab.

I may have no chalk or
Marker to teach students.
But I've a pen to write,
And a notebook to be written in.
I "teach" what I've
Discovered with it.

To the out-lookers.

The Kite

~I wrote this poem because of this picture my mom showed me from http://www.mysansar.com/?p=3165. It was about this kid trying to fly his kite. I looked at the kid and his shadow. I really liked it, so I imagined what maybe happening, and i wrote a poem with the picture in mind. i hope you like it!! ~

The Kite


He stands there,
trying to make his hope fly,
His shadow mimicking him,
trying to succeed along with him.

He jumps around,
to try as he might to create support,
His shadow dancing with him,
though with more grace.

He is a child,
powerless in some ways,
But powerful in many.
He jumps one last time,
the wind picks up the kite,
His hope soars in the sky,
Gliding gracefully.

Though his body and shadow,
Maybe trapped on the floor
Of the face of this Earth,
but his spirit flies with his hope,
his kite.

~We don't fly,
Our spirits do...
with a little support.~

A Red Rose Frames Me

Sightless and shy,
A cocoon woven around me.
Diary of the events of my life,
Imperious upon me.
Keen to keep all i have left;
Simple happiness surrounds me.
Having to posses my own life,
Abandoning the commands that sap my strength.

A blazing fire surrounds me
Confident in those i know and remember,
Half-hearted laughter bothering me
Above all i know.
Riddles of life given to me,
Yearning to love all i know.....
....A red rose frames me...