No More TurtleI've always been a TurtleHiding inside my shellWhenever I feel uncomfortableOftenI've always been doing thingsProductive, Imaginative thingsBeing outside my shell and thrivingBut only when I was aloneWhen no one was watchingBut now,I'm going to peep outside my shell.Talk to people.Stay out of quiet corners.Laugh.Smile.Not be afraid.It's going to be hard,Going against Turtle instinct.I know I'll want to hide.I know I'll be terrified.I know it'll take time.But one day, I'm going to completely come out of my shell.One day, I won't even need my shell anymore.Because I know I'm missing out,Hiding inside my shell,And life isn't about hiding.It's about seeking.Feeling.Being.You can't do it alone.I'm not going to be a Turtle anymore.Even though I've always been a Turtle.I'm not going to be a Turtle anymore.
The Confusing Daze of New WorldsIt was rather strange, once I thought about it. I mean, I was in a land where animals talked and lived together in harmony, despite their eating habits! Wait a minute, now that I thought about it, I hadn't seen anyone eat since I got here. It hit me that the place where I was wasn't normal in the slightest.I rose from my bed. It was quite comfortable, despite the fact that it was made from grass and tree branches.Questions; they were arising from my head. Where the heck was I? I looked around. No one was near. My head was spinning. I had been here for a day, but the question was, where was here? For one day I was in a land where . . . where . . . they could all talk. The animals could talk together, and I could understand them. I talked with them! What? . . . I shook my head. This was all a dream; it had to be. There was no way . . .As if on cue the Kangaroo appeared next to my bed. The look on her face told me that she knew I was confused.“Wha? I don't under-”“I
Regards from a Dying MonsterJared, As you probably guessed earlier as we were running at 100 miles per hour through the town away from my twin brother, Jack, I'm not a normal person. I'm actually a strange circumstance. I never got the chance to tell you, but I'm half human, half monster. How that actually managed to happen, I am not sure at all. All I know is that my brother and I were a complete and utter accident; and we were a disaster waiting to happen. My father is a monster both physically and mentally. The reason my brothers and I (Yes. I have two brothers. I'll get to my older brother, Kai, in a moment.) even exist is because of his selfish ruthlessness. According to my mother's brief description of how he manipulated her, I've always guessed that he was fascinated with humans. My eldest brother, Kai, was born to another mother about twenty years before Jack and I came to exist. Even though I was born about 1,000 miles away from Kai, I could sense his existence. Monsters can do that; sense ea
The Monster with the MaskWhat if you had a best friend.You two were together to the end.Never apart.Just the two of you.Always.What if a third girl entered the spectrum.What if you discovered she was aMonsterWith a human girl maskTo hide the true demon underneath.What if sheAbused you.Hated you.Nastily scoffed at you,But not your friend.What if the monsterWearing the maskActed like a kind soul.You saw through her disguiseSince the very beginning,But your friend appearedObliviousWhile accepting theMonster's kind attitude.But what ifWhat ifYou discovered your friend could seeThrough the monster's maskToo,Aware aboutThe demon whoAbused you when she wasn't near,But she still did nothing.
Arrows BreakThe bow.And the arrow.So graceful,Kind of like the violinI play in class.Two parts make them a whole.Kind of like my friendship.Me and Her.You can't have just oneTo function correctly.I wish She would realize thatWhen considering I haven't seen HerIn weeks.When She takes her bowAnd Her arrowsTo Her sports competitionsEvery weekendInstead of visiting with me.I used to like the bow and arrow.Legolas used one,And he was brilliant.I haven't seen Her in weeks.Months.Now I favor the sword.The bow is important.Take care of it,It's the most important part.But not too much.Because you might hog care andAttentionFrom the arrows.You know what happens if you don'tTake care ofArrows?Arrows break.
Papa Bear's HugThe Little MouseThe little, tiny, quiet mouseCould not believe her little eyes.Big Papa Bear was back.He had helped all the forest animals when they neededHis comfort and support.He had said another forestFarFarAwayHad needed him.He had leftA long while ago.But yet he was back."Just for a quick visit.So, who's going toWelcome meBack?"Little MouseImmediatelyWithout hesitationRan up toBig Papa BearAnd Hugged him.She felt biggerWhen in contact with his fur.Big Papa Bear held herIn his pawAnd smiled."Not soSmallNow are we?"He whisperedIn her little mouse ear.Little Mouse feltBiggerWhen in Big Papa Bear'sBig arms.She blinked.She stretched.Little Mouse was in bed.It was allJust a simple dream.Big Papa BearWas still in thatOther forestFarFarAway.Little MouseFelt smaller than usual.