Among the jungle
you kill your
like every day.
You run fast
just like
thunder striking
down.

You have sharp
teeth like
vampire fangs.
Everyone thinks
you're deadly and
runs away, so
that's why they
drive on a
highway.
I think you're
cool, but they
use you as
a tool.

Her voice is like a baby
saying hello. It is like
the baby angels singing
in the morning. When she
goes to my room and says
good morning, I say five
minutes, but it is
Saturday so I hug her
and say I am hungry.
She laughs and I smile.
Later we play the wii or
watch spongebob, and when
she crys I get sad, and I
tell her a joke and she is
happy. Last she says, I love
having a brother like you.

Just feel the nice refreshing 

water.

Feel the energy of goose bumps

run down your body.

See this strong breeze of

wind.

Smell the burst of the pink

bubble gum in your face.

Imagine.

Being a good big sister:
pay all of the attention
to them.

Defend them if they're right.
Try and think what they
want. Comfort them in
any way.

Sing a song when they
are sad. Play with them
like there is
no tomorrow. Try and
listen to their thought, with
your eyes and ears.

And the most imporant
one of all is to love
them.

Just watch how it goes into the sky,

loosing itself into clouds;

watch it leave, and never come back.

Yesterday snow fell
A snowstorm covered us all
Snow was all over

Sitting on the dock in Indiana,
the dock I have known my whole life.
With my three cousins and two sisters,
sitting all side by side.

The sound of the waves crashing
on the rocky beach shore,
the soothing sound of the parents' laughter
tickles my ears.

I hear my Nana with the
noisy tin foil covering a platter.
The familiar crackling makes me smile.
All of the children get up and
race to her side with opened hands,
reaching, shoving and eager.

I see people walking and walking
slow all the time like if
they were turtles in the
street always.

People shoveling snow
in a snowing night
as it gets higher.

Kids going to their next class
as the bell is ringing when
they finally get there.

A woman cooking
as she is cutting carrots
when she cuts herself

You are alone in your room. No one can tell you

what to do in there. There are no rules. You

will sleep with your hands touching the soft

pillow and blanket. Your eyes closed, just dreaming.

When you wake up, you can do anything you want, 

and when you look out the window, the shine of the sun

is in your eyes. You can see kids laughing and playing.