Life’s gifts

I was born with eyes that do not work,

Others often question what I’m worth.

Through clouded eyes I stare at the scenery,

And their hearts fill with tears of sympathy.

They cannot begin to fathom what I know,

To me time passes ever so slow.

I know the breeze that softly sings,

Together with the trees, its instrumental strings.

I know the stars that melt against the velvet sky,

Each one unique like every being’s whisper and cry.

I know our mother constantly trembles beneath our feet,

It saddens me that others do not often feel this treat.

I know the waves drift aimlessly between the shores,

Making the bittersweet melody that resonates throughout my soul.

So I laugh inside because I know it is they who truly cannot see.

This world we live in is filled with everlasting beauty.

http://i618.photobucket.com/albums/tt262/sakura706/DSC02132.jpg

This is the drawing to go with the poem. (:

Bump

I have decided on an end date! >D

 The contest will end on August 5th

It was a normal first day at Ielan Middle School. Jenny went to her homeroom class, looked at everybody there, and decided it was going to be a normal year. That is, until Ari walked in.

Ari was a new boy, Jenny did not remember him from last year. He walked over and sat down next to Jenny. Jenny was blushing so much that the new boy would sit next to her. All through school, she watched him, and noticed that he was twitching constantly, like he wasn't meant to be in a human body. He would look around, paranoid, and then doodle on his paper, then look up again, then put his pen down and rub his face. The routine continued. Jenny went home confused.

A new day began, with Ira and the twitching routine. During Study Hall, Ira went out of the room with no explanation. The teacher stood up and went after him. "Young man, where are -" The teacher stopped and turned around, as if nothing happened. Jenny followed Ari into the hall. There, she saw him confronted by the bullies of the grade. They were insulting him about his twitching problems. Ari said,"I'm not afraid of you," and suddenly the bullies grasped their heads, as if they were about to explode. They fell to the ground, unmoving. Horrified, Jenny went back to the classroom. 

At lunchtime the next day, Jenny waited until everybody left to see what Ari had been drawing. on his paper. When she looked at his paper, she saw a bunch of meaningless symbols - until she looked closer. They were arranged in a sort of pattern. What is this? Jenny thought.

"It's mine," said a voice from the back of the room.

Jenny turned around, only to see the form of a person disappear. "Don't touch that," it said. 

"Who are you?" Jenny screamed at the disappearing form of the person. She couldn't keep a steady grasp on the figure, always shifting and appearing and disappearing. She reached towards the paper.

"Don't touch it!" shouted the shadow with immense anger. But it was too late. She touched the paper, and suddenly saw images of creatures, millions of different types, being forced into groups, into rooms with machines. The machines would glow, and the creatures would scream. Light would come out of their mouths and into the machine. Then, after, the lifeless bodies would burn up and disappear.

Jenny snapped back to reality, only to see the figure come towards her. "We came here," the thing said,"Because we need something. You."

"What?" Jenny said.

"We can only survive, with a special thing that only certain creatures have. A soul."

"So you're a-a-an... alien?" 

"You could say that," said the shadow. Suddenly, the form of the being changed. Into Ari.

"No. This is not happening." said Jenny.

"I'm afraid it is."

"So, you're going to just-just harvest us? So you can survive? You're sick! You're sick creatures! All of you!" At that moment, many more shadowy beings appeared in the room. 

"She knows too much, Master," Ari said. One of the beings looked up at Ari.

"You have failed my disciple. You know the punishment."

"No! Master, please -" Ari shouted.

"Epimafius!" shouted the master being. Ari screamed in torture as his black shadowy body dissolved into mist. "Now," the master spoke, "this one will be devoured."

The beings floated towards Jenny. "No!" she screamed. "Make it stop!" but the beings already had begun. Jenny screamed, and suddenly, her soul was sucked out and devoured. One of the nearby teachers heard the screams and ran in, only to find his demise. 

"The Colonization has begun!" the Master shouted.

The beings slowly moved out of the room. 

END 

So, the theme is alien. Did you notice, by the way, something fishy about the school name?

Alien - Ielan 

Misunderstood (Blind)

I walked down the street, hoping nobody was going to stop me. The sky turned gray with fear, threatening me to leave. Yet I kept walking down the ugly sideways covered in trash and plastic bags. The rain came pouring down on me heavy, unleashing it's anger. As it wet my silky hair, it clumped together as if it was huddling to stay warm. My hair stuck to my face as I took a seat at the nearest bench. My black and blue umbrella opened as one would lift it to there head as I did.

Tip Tap, Tip Tap.

I sighed heavily and continued walking. About 3 blocks until home. Nonetheless, the rain kept raging on me as it usually would.

~~~

My feet splash as I turn the corner. Not a soul was to be found walking on the old ugly pavement that was here for years. Nobody however, cared to fix it. I frowned as my sneakers kicked the old brick wall. A shock of pain struck through me. What a ugly feeling. My house door was open, so I escorted myself inside, as if I were a princess. Sadly, my own little world wasn't good enough, therefore, I knew I wasn't a princess.

I kicked my nikes in the closet with anger, and headed straight to my room for a nap. Naps were the solution to anger right? Nope it never was. It only helped to calm down. Never has it ever gotten rid of anger. Not once. Not ever.

~~~

My dreams consisted of a white room. No escape. Only me. I ran and ran, yet it never ended. As one would scream for help, I did. It mocked me, and echoed back. My eardrums blasted. My heart broke in half. A portal had opened... I ran to it, yet I was... too slow. It closed before my eyes, leaving me on my knees. Crying to leave. Everything I did wrong in my life was flashing by me in the white sky. "S-stop, Stop, STOP!"

~~~~ 

..."What?"

~~~ 

As I awoke to the sound of people playing outside. I opened my shades to peer outside, only to see it blinded me with brightness. I closed it quickly as sat down outside. The hot sun warmed it up so much it burned my skin.

I looked at the roads now twinkling from the sunlight. "For once it looks beautiful." I smiled at it enjoying the for once beauty. It then hit me. I ran down the old streets looking at the places I called ugly.

Something was hitting me. I liked it.

~~~

Suddenly, ugly never seemed so beautiful.

Beautiful wasn't everything now.

It was like I was blind  but now I can see.

I had an understanding for once. An understanding of how the world and mind works. As I called it ugly it appeared ugly. As I called it beautiful, it became beautiful In my eyes. It depends on how you look at it in your eyes, and that's all that matters.

Sorry but I haven't been able to get on the computer for a while

Excellent work so far and keep up with them entries!

(really sorry for the uneventful message but I can't stay on the computer much longer).

most definitely entering this...

I sat, eyes wide open, looking but not seeing. I felt as if I was floating. Floating in a sea of darkness. I could never shake the blackness, no matter how hard I tried. No matter what I was doing, what I was thinking, it was always in the corner of my mind. It felt almost as if it was a warning or maybe a punishment for something I didn't do. It was as if I was paying for someone elses misdeeds. I knew that I didn't do anything to deserve it, but it's not like I could plead to a judge. No one could hear me. But that's because I never spoke. I was too busy thinking. Always thinking. Trying to remember. Trying to save whatever was left on this sinking ship. And yet no matter how hard I tried, water kept seeping in slowly, erasing all the colour from my memories. 

I could see the colours around me. Shapes came in and out of focus, blurring and sharpening. The scenery was forever changing, though I hadn't moved at all. I was only young then, and that was my first memory. I can't remember where I was or what I was doing, all I remembered is colour. I keep replaying this scene in my mind, just praying that the black water doesn't seep in and drown the colour like it has with so many of my other memories. But even though I try as hard as I can, I can see it slowly washing in, rolling over everything I once knew, dragging it down to the unreachable depths until eventually there is nothing left but a shipwreck. 

Last night I had a dream. A dream that made me smile. I saw a shipwreck at the bottom of the ocean, surrounded by thousands of different coloured fish.

Okay, that's just a little story I came up with. The theme was blind, but it's kind of a metaphor for mental illness. I couldn't really think up a convincing way to phrase the ending, so that will have to do. I might change it later on.  

Ok. I'm not so good, but, here goes.

Knowledge

Some call me a know-it-all,

But though they do, I still stand tall.

I can't help being so advanced

I get high grades, instead of sing or dance

A plus scores, all around

The song of right answers, a sweet joyous sound

Being book smart is really fun

Getting grades I don't have to want to run from

While other are painters, actors, or athletes

And some others still like to move to the beat

I am proud of my academic skills; don't judge-

I was simply gifted with the talent of knowledge