Bedtime Whispers

He stepped over the stones littering the ground as he neared her bedroom. The moon rose above the trees as he stepped into the building and placed roses beside her. “Happy Valentines Day baby,” he whispered to her sleeping form. He gently kissed the stone bed in which she lay. “I miss you.”

Red Speckles

She watched the deep red dot sit on her finger and looked once again at the building covered in similar speckles. A tear fell from the child’s eye as the dot left her finger. The little girl whispered, “Go on mister ladybug, go and join your friends.”

I Am From Life (FINAL, COMPLEATE, REVISED, AND ADDED TO!)

I Am From Life
-Ashley Green

I am from long summer nights; lying in the sand;
Watching fireworks over the motionless water;
Games of Frisbee played on the hot asphalt road;
Until well after dark;
Lying on the grassy hill with neighbors watching the sun set,
Turning the sky pinks and purples.

I am from the tears of leaving one home for another,
Never to return;
The loneliness of a new school,
And not knowing where to go;
The fear of a new start,
Alone and outcasted;
The pain on not being accepted.

I am from the sounds of live music
In a small overcrowded theater;
The long bike rides with a close friend,
Never knowing when to return home;
A sleigh ride in a neighbor’s yard,
On a long awaited snow day.

I am from the tears of lost loved ones,
Friends and family alike;
Arguments between us,
Some never resolved;
The scars left in painful times,
Some of which still surface;
Grudges held with no real reason,
Causing bonds never to be made.

I am from the connections made,
Through opening up for a day;
People to lean on in hard times,
Through simply knowing their ‘brother;’
A big sister and big brother,
A close relationship with each;
Stuffed friends to cuddle with,
Because they never get angry at you.

I am from the forgiveness of mistakes;
Second chances,
both given and received;
Secrets kept between us,
Two people who are sisters in everything but blood.
Nights spent on movie marathons,
Broadway plays, horror films, and chick flicks.
I am from childish tendencies,
Things like coloring and legos;
Boyish attitudes,
Desires to do things like hike and run free;
Adult advice,
Give on relationships and school.

I am from secret crushes kept silent inside;
Open love, admitted at just the right moment;
Moments spent alone, happy, calm.

I am from everything I have been through;
Every thought;
Every feeling;
Every smile;
Every tear.

I am from Life.

A Warm Place

Curl into pillows
Piled on the floor.
The late winter sun
Falls across your body,
Blanketing you in warmth.
The sun falls in the sky
As daydreams drift into a deeper sleep.
You begin to stir
As the blanket is pulled
From your body.
Awake,
To find the afternoon sun
Has fallen into pinks and purples
Painting a winter sky.

She Flies

She Flies
By: Ashley Green

Fly.
Away from oppression,
Away from pain,
Away from the world.
She flies free,
High above the pain
A speck of silver
Glittering on the blue sky.
Her dress flows
To become a lake
Dancing around her
Making her the bird
Everyone wishes to be.