Maple trees

The strange garb of a maple tree,

The fabrics and hues revolving

Through harsh and green, to red and soft

A myst’ry never solving.

The shore and the waves

Why must the waves, when moon doth call

Should leave the shore alone?

The rocky friend that never strays

Must watch it’s friend take flight.

But the shore stays at peace,

When the waves disappear

For it knows it’s trusted advisor will soon return.

The misadventures of poor Finian round three

Finian was pouting, to put it gently. He had just accidently figured out that Gavin, his best friend, had a crush on Allyson, his other best friend.  And to make matters worse, Finian himself had a crush on her. So where does this leave him? Pouting.

“Stupid Gavin. Stealin’ my girl. Best friends don’t do that! It’s rude. ‘Sides, I saw her first. I get dibs.” The door to his room creaked and Finian dropped the pillow he’d been strangling. Gavin stood in the doorway, looking slightly upset. Gavin didn’t show emotions often, so it was hard to tell. 

“Finian? A-are you mad at me?” Finian didn’t answer, just looking guiltily at the floor. “Finian, I can’t help it if I like her… You can’t choose who you like. But I know you like her too… So… If you want me to… I’ll stop trying to get her to like me.” Finian looked up, startled.

“Hey, you can’t just-“

“I don’t want to make you angry again Finn. You and Ally are the only friends I’ve ever had.” Finian sighed, shaking his head.

“It’s awfully hard to stay mad at you Gavin.” Finian stood up and held a fist over the other hand, open in a palm. “Rock paper scissors for her then?” Gavin cocked his head to the side.

“What’s that?” Finian gaped like a fish for a few moments, before snapping out of it.

“You’ve never played rock paper scissors?”

“No.” Finian sighed again.

“What am I going to do with you? Okay. This is how you play. Paper looks like this.” Finian holds his hand flat, all his fingers out. “Rock is this.” He holds out a fist. “and Scissors looks like this.” He made snipping motions with two of his fingers. “Got it so far?”

“I think so.”

“Alright then, I’m gonna say ‘Rock Paper Scissors Shoot!’ and you have to put your hand like one of those. Rock beats scissors, scissors beats paper, paper beats rock. Okay?” Gavin nodded. “Oh, and no mind reading, got it?” He gave the telepath a soft glare. The boy simply smiled, nodding once more. “Alright then, Rock Paper Scissors Shoot!”

Finian looked at their hands. He himself had gone for paper, and Gavin had gone for- “S-scissors?!?” Finian yet again found himself gaping like a fish. “O-okay, that was just a practice round. Let’s try again. Rock Paper Scissors Shoot!” this time he went for rock, and Gavin went for… paper?! “B-best three out of five?”

Twenty rounds later, Finian felt like crying. He hadn’t won once. He bowed his head in defeat.

“Fine. You win. You can try to win her heart.” The brightest grin Finian had ever seen lit up Gavin’s face. 

“Thank you Finian! Thank you so much!”

“But you’ve gotta make dinner for a month.”

“What? Why?”

“Do you really want to let Allyson keep making dinner?”

“…”

“I didn’t think so.”

I'd like to...

I’d like to dream tonight.

I’d like to swing my feet over the pit of my imagination, to rediscover the beauty of flight.

I’d like to remember the past, to excavate lost memories

I’d like to hope about the future and pray for things to last.

I’d like to battle for my pride, my joy, my beliefs, and never have to stop from weariness or doubt.

I’d like to sing and dance, to dig up lost treasures, and investigate lost friends.

I’d like to not understand, to have a puzzle to solve, but no real force to solve it.

I’d like to paint out my dreams on a canvas, for people to see and understand.

I’d like to be the bravest bodyguard, to lay down my life repeatedly for the greatest causes and loyalties.

I’d like to dream tonight, if only for a little while.

Woot!

First of all, we reaced 2300 veiws!!! That's awesome!! Second, today's the Herrell/Anderson/Cooper reunion!! It's gonna be so much fun! I'll try to get pics, kay? ^_^

Moonlight on the hill

This is a short story I wrote a while back, from the perspective of a teeenage boy named Kasey. I hope you all like it!

 

 

I closed the screen door quietly, as to not wake my parents, and ran silently up to that hill between our lands. You were waiting for me there, your pretty brown curls falling softly to your shoulders, and your green eyes almost laughing at me. The moon shone down. My bare feet brought me over to you, across the soft grass of spring.

“May I have this dance?” I asked.

                I bowed, and you curtsied, holding out your hand. I took it in my own, and smiled, putting my other hand on your waist, as you placed yours on my shoulder. And we began to dance.  The moonlight shone down on your face, as the wind picked up around us, twirling and blowing at your hair. Suddenly you grabbed my hand and we began to spin in a fast pace, the wind singing in our ears and our bare feet pounding the ground. In A moment of pure ecstasy the world just melted into a blur and all I could see was you.

                Then we were on the ground, laughing and grinning madly, our moment vanished by a foot caught in the grass. We leaned back against our tree, and you still held my hand. Suddenly, an idea came to me.

                “Taffy?”

                “Yeah?”

                ”Would you mind if I carved our initials in this tree?” I asked almost shyly. I don’t see why though, I’ve known you since we were little. Then you hugged me and stood up, pointing at a clear spot in the wood.

                “I always thought this would be a good place!” I pulled out my pocket knife, and painstakingly carved your and my initials. T. E. and K. H. Tabitha Evans and Kacey Holt. I stood back to admire my work, but you pulled on my arm.

                “You’re not done yet Kacey! You still need to do something!!!!” I looked at you curiously, I couldn’t figure out what else you wanted me to carve. “You need to draw a heart around them…” You trailed off, staring at the ground and blushing. You always looked cute when you blushed.

                I reached back up and cut a heart around our initials into the tree’s soft bark, then leaned back and took your hand.

                “It’s wonderful!” You whispered, while I just smiled. I couldn’t agree more.

 

 

 

~Kels

 

 

i finally found it!!!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wQhCNOV5Gnk&feature=related 
This is a song stright from my memories, readers! If any of you would post your favorite songs from when you were little, I'll gladly put them up! (as long as they're appropriate of course!)