FlyingJewel

Arrival The beige building sliding like a panorama into view Of cream and honey, so the studio looked Noticing the tall, slender, and graceful ballerinas Awaiting and anticipating the moment the doors flew open Remembering burgundy, soft, knee-length velvet skirts and black-of-night lace Powdered cheeks and voluminous eyelashes Ribbons, ribbons, and more ribbons With ballet-pink slippers crafted from the finest silk The black billows of music Like smoke slithering out of a dragon's nose The crushed chalk, spindeling and swirling out of the makeshift wooden box like spiderwebs I remember as I perform an saute arabesque Grace like silk I remind

 I am what I am. I am a tryhard Canadian who hopes to live in the northern, pine tree filled beauty.  I am courageous, adventurous, and motivated. I am a petite brunette with hazel eyes who is a nature lover, yet can’t stand crabs. I am a speedy sprinter, but I cannot enjoy long distance. I am a beach hater and a mountain lover. I am a fanatic of pomegranate. I am what I am. I am a future intensive care nurse. I am a dreamer, a future Canadian, and a girl who is vowing to do her best. I am one who does not know which college she wants to go to, but knows her goal. I am someone who loves to help people, no matter how simple the task is

"Waterfall" Silver drops trickle Waterfall is rushing hard Crystal pools glisten "Autumn" The leaves are falling Crisp and breezy atmosphere So gracefully down

There is no rule About what goes on before school Dark and early at two thirty two At noon my poems are due I need to shut my eyes So I will make a sacrifice To pay the price Of missed assignments twice

Isn’t it odd That people with so much Are treated with so little And people with so little Are treated with so much Unlike the outward appeal I do not see a good friend Or a loving character Or a beautiful heart For there is only blindness.

Books. A spindling web of silk tragedy and depth. The black billows of wonder and thought.. the ability to determine one's present. Books. The nourishment they bring you, such change they inflict as they remain building one's life up like bricks, one by one, going completely unnoticed. Books. The knowledge and wisdom they bring, although seemingly a simple entertainment source is truly incomprehensible. Books.