Cat Haiku

There was a smart cat
who liked to solve mysteries
and catch the bad guy.

A Quick Haiku

I had a blue book,
and I read it in math class,
and now it is done.

Remember to Forget

Moon is shining, window to the soul,
stare through the paper doll,
wallpaper hearts raining
water rivulets, leading lines.
Into the ocean, dreams and wishes,
washed upon a rocky shore.
Starry expanse, scars and clouds,
laughing scissors, cut into flesh,
forget the heart and hopes behind.
Learn to forget, remember that.

Dreamer

A silent, dreamy place,
all blues and greens and greys.
Peace of mind, a quiet heart,
gentle, sleepy streams.
Thoughtlessness, weightlessness,
a mess of wonderful memories.
No where else to be,
save, this gentle place.
Timeless eternity looming before,
and the past slowly fades away.

Lost Words

I felt all the poets of the city straining,
teeth clenched at the sight of dead words.
Forgotten or loved, either way, now gone,
a collection of thoughts now burned.
The cries of the past, the dreams of the silent,
the handwritten fragments of man;
Now gone, in one swift blow,
a piece of the soul, extinguished and lost,
the deed of illiterate leaders;
the new age has come, mechanical dreams
the hopeful future of earth.

A Poem is Poem

(This was an assignment for my English homework)
A poem is a reborn phoenix.
A poem is a soul with new wings.
A poem is a dancing fire.
A poem is a distant memory.
A poem is a voice of the past.
A poem is a gift from the dead.
A poem is the anger of failure.
A poem is a mocking voice.
A poem is ink on a page.
A poem is a speaking ghost.

Nancy Drew Books

When I was younger, I loved it when my dad would sit on the couch with me and read Nancy Drew Mystery novels to me. I loved the simply written novels, no matter how obvious the villian sometimes was. The older I got, I started looking for the Nancy Drew books. Of the original series, there are fifty-six books. When I first started reading them, I had three of them. Thankfully, my grandma worked at a thrift store and could look out for them for me. Then, as I got even older, I went hunting for them myself. It was always so much fun, finding a book that I didn't have.
Finally, I had collected every single book except for one. I think I looked for at least two years before finally finding it, "The Double Jinx Mystery". I was so excited about finding it and continued to be happy....until I realized that now I had no series to chase after. My life had no meaning, as it were.
I slowly recovered, buying other book series to cope with the loss, but those were new books, where I had to wait for the next book to be written. And I could find them anywhere, at any old book store. How boring is that?
Now, about five years after buying that last Nancy Drew book, a friend of mine told me that she and her mother were collecting them. I immideatly said that I would love to look for them on my usual book buying rounds. She agreed and said she'd pay me back for the books I bought. So now the hunt is on once more!
Also, I've discovered that the Hardy Boys are so similiar to the Nancy Drew books as well, so now I'm collecting those for myself. Oh, how I love my books! ♥