To my Crush in High School...

The magic we have as friends will remain

Paths are crossed and parted, keep this in mind

Knowing you will always keep me sane

But as the clock ticks, it will need to wind

Remember me in your thoughts, your dreams and

What you do in each day I will be there

Looking down, I know I have to land

But look at me! I am exposed! And bare.

I have cried already, now I will laugh

You look at me as if I am insane

I do what I do, I cry and I laugh

Look out side, there is the sun yet it rains

Listen to the clock, it needs to be wound

Listen to your heart, that is where you’re bound

War torn

                A carriage pulled up in front of her house.  It was nearly dusk when it arrived, just enough light to see that that someone had jumped out of the carriage.  He was tall, dressed in an army suit, the suit just bought yesterday.  A light came bobbing from the house; it came closer and closer until the form of a young girl could be seen. “Five minutes!” yelled the conductor, and he lit a cigar, anxious to get there before morning.

                She hung her lantern upon a nearby branch, and came before the boy, not meeting his eyes.  She straightened his tie, her fingers white against the blackness of his suit. She reached into the belt of her dress, and pulled out a scarf, painfully embroidered to resemble letters.  He stretched out the scarf to read the writing, it said Elizabeth.  He tied her emblem around his neck, and took her hand.  “Don’t worry babe,” He said, she still didn’t meet his eyes.  He lifted her chin, her eyes finally looking at him.  “Wait for me, I’ll be home, I will be home for you.”

                “Oh, Joseph, must you go?” Her eyes filled with tears, wishing he wouldn’t go. “Beth, Just look up like we used to, and you’ll see me, looking down on you.  I’ll be home for you, only wait.” He hugged her before he jumped back into the carriage, looking down on his girl.  “Joseph, I’ll be here for you too. I love you.”

                The conductor looked behind him at the couple, yelled “One more minute!” then lit another cigar.  Their destination could wait for a little while longer. 

He hugged her before he jumped back into the carriage, looking down on his girl.  “Joseph, I’ll be here for you too. I love you.”

                The boy jumped back out of the carriage, and took up his girl once more in his arms, and whispered “I love you too, Elizabeth.” he took her chin, and they kissed.  “Good-bye” she whispered.  He wend over to the carriage, the horses ready to go, and took hold of the handle one foot on the step, and waved good-bye to his lover, until he could no longer see her lantern, it was swallowed up in the night. 

She waved until she could no longer hear the horses bridle, then collapsed upon the grass, the cool dew of the night comforting her.  “He will be back,” she whispered.

                For days on end she stood next to the great oak where she had seen him last, waiting for his return.  Years passed, the war was over. No sign of him was ever found, one night, when she was waiting, her father came up behind her.  He paused for a moment watching his daughter.  He had received the news in town that Joseph never came home.  He may have for the most part, have died.  They may never find out.  He wanted to tell Elizabeth, but he knew it would break her heart.  He decided to leave, letting his daughter wait for him.  Maybe he actually is alive, and she is still there.

                The years went by and she grew older, she never married and waited for him coming home.  Every night she looked to the stars, as if he would be there. 

One summer evening, the stars were brightly shining and the moon was just starting to wane, a carriage came by the house.  The horses looked tired, the conductor smoking a cigar, it’s end glowing red.  Someone from inside the carriage yelled, “STOP!”

                The carriage stopped.  The door opened, and a man stepped out painfully, he only had one leg.  He reached behind him to the bench beside him and pulled out a crutch.  He shifted his weight onto the crutch and hobbled toward the girl.  He stopped a few feet from her.  They stood there for a long minute, studying the other.  He whispered “Beth?” She laughed and ran to him, he dropped his crutch and waited for her, laughing also.  She knocked him down and they rolled through the dewy grass, laughing like children, laughing away the years she waited, the war he went to fight, the years they spent apart.  When they stopped rolling, he was on top of her, her skirts tied up around their legs, he said, “Beth, we waited this long, will you marry me?” She laughed, the said “Yes!” He leaned down and kissed her. 

                Within the year they were married, her father was there, and he was glad that he had not told his daughter what he had heard.  He would never have been in this spot, at his only daughters wedding.  He looked up at the sky, and imagined his wife to be up there, also smiling down upon the happy couple. 

Momma Mia!

I've been cheated by you since i don't know when.

So I made up my mind, it must come to an end

Look at me now, will I ever learn

I don't know how but I suddenly lose control

There's a fire within my soul 

Just one look and I can hear a bell ring

One more look and I forget everything.



Ooooh Ooooh,

Mamma mia, here I go again

My my, how can I resist you

Mamma mia, does it show again

My my, just how much I've missed you

Yes, I've been brokenhearted

Blue since the day we parted

Why, why did I ever let you go

Mamma mia, now I really know

My my, I COULD NEVER let you go



I've been angry and sad about things that you do

I can't count all the times that I've told you we're through

And when you go, when you slam the door

I think you know THAT you won't be away too long

You know that I'm not that strong

Just one look and I can hear a bell ring

One more look and I forget everything



Ooooh Ooooh,

Mamma mia, here I go again

My my, how can I resist you

Mamma mia, does it show again

My my, just how much I've missed you

Yes, I've been brokenhearted





Blue since the day we parted



Why, why did I ever let you go

Mamma mia, even if I say

Bye bye, leave me now or never

Mamma mia, its a game we play

Bye bye doesnt mean forever



Mamma mia, here I go again

My my, how can I resist you

Mamma mia, does it show again

My my, just how much I've missed you



Yes, I've been brokenhearted

Blue since the day we parted

Why, why did I ever let you go

Mamma mia, now I really know

My my, I could never let you go

I am a High School Student

I am a high school student

I am a high school student

I am a high school student

Many people want to be my friend

I have a few close friends

I always have people to hang out with

I’m usually alone, off by myself

I start new trends in fashion

I follow my own style

I’m dating the cutest guy in school

Dating would distract me from my studies

I wish I could concentrate more on my studies

I wish I had more distractions

I wish everyone wasn’t watching my every move

I wish people would notice me

I wish I had more time to myself

I wish I had a better social life

I wish I could be more like her

I wish I could be more like her 

Church Crisis

            The bells above the church began their Sunday ringing, cheerful boning that shook the rafters.  They seemed to be calling to the world ‘Come! Come! Come Celebrate with us! Come! Come!’  These bells rang for different occasions, weddings, christenings, confirmations and even funerals.  Every ceremony it rings a different tune.  Every Sunday since the church was built in 1881, right at nine o’clock rain or shine.  The bell ringers have been in the same family since then also.  The Haas family has grown since 1881, but what family hasn’t?  Traditionally the youngest of the family rang the bell on the first Sunday of every month and so Yvette was ringing the bells as hard as she could.  Ringing the bells was hard for her because she had a problem; she couldn’t use her legs like a normal person could.  But she did it all the same, legs or no legs.  Sometimes if the bells were too much of a strain, her brother took over for her, but lately his help hasn’t been needed.  

            Yvette rang the bells, enjoying every moment of ringing her bells.  She called in every person living nearby to celebrate the good news.  The morning sun crept through the rafters, glinting off of the bells, so lovingly polished, and casting off reflections, of every color to the grounds below.  The children down below danced in the reflections, dancing in the colors, changing from pink to blue and back again. 

            Last minute alter servers ran to the back room, throwing on their robes, finding rosaries, lighting candles.  The Father of the church looked on, watching the alter servers, reminiscing when he once was an alter server.  That was ever so long ago.  Grey hairs had replaced his once red locks; wrinkles had blended in with laugh lines, making him look like anyone’s grandpa, although he couldn’t be one himself.  He turned away from the back room and headed down the hallway towards the front of the church.  He paused besides the window.  Outside the petals were falling from the trees, floating on the wind.  The old Father closed his eyes and sway besides the trees, a wedding was taking place.  The old Father was younger then; his red hair had only started to slip off the back and had only just started to change to grey.  In front of him stood a man, a look a like, red hair and the laugh lines.  Besides him stood a pretty little gal, dressed in a blue dress, holding bouquet of red roses, which matched her blushing cheeks.  Her blue eyes held only one thing, her husband to be standing besides her.  The Father said, “You may kiss the bride.”  She threw her bouquet in the air as her husband took her….

            The old Father, back in the present, opened his eyes.  A single tear had escaped from his eye; it traveled down his weathered cheek, to be caught in his hand.  He brushed away any other lingering tears and continued down the hallway.  The chorus had led the church into song already, it was time.  Father walked down the rest of the hallway to the door.  He paused then threw the double doors open.  The whole church was standing, singing out their hearts so all the angles that were listening, the boy on the piano doing a brilliant job at keeping up.  The bells were still ringing; echoing for the Haas family was in the church, entering through the door besides the new alter.  The father drew a photo out of his pocket and walked down the rest of the aisle.  He reached the alter just as the chorus had stopped their singing.  He looked at everyone in the church, form the newborn to the eldest, to the nuns, to the boy scouts to the next generation sitting in the front row. 

            He held up the photo so everyone could see and said “Last year a very terrible thing happened.”  He brushed away a threatening tear, “My brother, my twin brother had died while rescuing little Millie here as well as his wife.  He passed Millie out through a window during the fire last year, and then turned around to find his wife.  They were found in the middle of the wreckage, they had died from smoke inhalation.  They have met the lord before us.  We have prayed for them for so long.  This alter,” he gestured behind him, “was rebuilt in their honor.  Let us pray that they will for ever rest in peace. 

            “Amen” the church chorused a single word wish so much meaning and thoughtfulness, no hesitation on anyone’s part.  That single word with so much meaning echoed through the bells, up through the trees, traveling the wind, over the mountains, floating into heaven, reaching a couple in the clouds, she with a blue dress, he with red hair fading into grey. 

I am a Sailor

I am a sailor

I am a sailor

I rely solely on what I can see and feel

I rely on satellite dishes and radar

I ride out the storms without an anchor, for-warned of the storm by the weather signs

I ride out the storms safe and dry on land, for-warned of the storms coming by radio

I was born on the sea, my mother was a landlubber, my father a captain

I was born inland, my mother works in a hospital, my father the owner of the shipyard

I sing with the crew, we were fearful of the legends, we were scared of Davy Jones

We blast our ipods and laugh at the legends, movies made fun of the weird legends

But one day,

But one day,

The biggest storm hit,

The biggest storm hit,

We never knew it was coming, we wished for a better way to know

We never knew it was coming, we wished for our power to come back on

Our ship was thrown every which way; many of our crew was thrown overboard

We were unprepared for the storm; men went overboard, thank god for lifejackets

After the storm we didn’t know where we were, the sky was grey after the rain

After the storm we didn’t know where to turn, we wished for some kind of light

At night when the stars came out we were able to find our way home by the North Star

At night the Coast Guard came to find us, their light was our North Star

After the storm better inventions were made to predict storms

We learned to have better equiptment when least expecting a storm

The old way will never come again, the way we learned to sail will be lost to legends

Never again will we be lost to the darkness, we will be more prepared for the future

Sometime we wonder what the future will hold for us

Sometimes I wonder what we would have done in the past

In an unsuspecting storm

In an unsuspecting storm

Extra Story

The Bus bounced along the main street, just beginning its run. The bus driver was awake, as she had been for the past few hours. She couldn’t wait for her morning runs to be over so she could get a moment’s reprieve. The kids on her bus, scattered randomly in the seats, some sleeping, some doing homework, bur they were all quiet. One of the sophomores in the back seats couldn’t sleep. She flipped through the play lists on her ipod and glanced out the window. The bus was passing by the fairgrounds, empty for that year. Old candy wrappers still skittered across the mud. The old tractor that pulled the sled for the garden tractor pulls still sat there, rusting from no use. Beyond the fairgrounds there was another road that was part of the annual Thanksgiving Turkey Trot. Beyond that road was the mountain range. Within the range was he local ski resort. At the top of the mountain there was a radio tower, it hadn’t been used for years since the new one was on the other side of town. But as she watched a trail of smoke came out from where the tower was, arced over the cornfields lazily then dropped over a farmhouse, which burst into a thousand pieces. The ground burst open and lengthened into a crack, which followed up to the bus. The ground shook and rattled; the sleepy kids on the bus woke up with a start, their worst dreams coming a live. The crack in the earth opened up below the bus like a giant yawning mouth eating an unsuspecting prey. The bus drier pushed on the horn to get attention before all was lost, to no avail. The school bus fell into the earth, taillights first. All the children screamed as the fell, pulled down by gravity. The bus flipped over, headlights over taillights. Books, backpacks and bodies were thrown all over, a child was fortunately knocked unconscious, and he did not learn what was about to happen. The bus bounced off the chasm walls, glass shattered, the alarms were gong off. The driver stayed in her seat, fighting to gain control of the bus although she had a swollen eye and a cut lip. She could see what was to befall her and the children, a lake of molten lava. As the chasm seemed to grow deeper, the surface began to close; the lips of the earth came together, closer and closer. The crack closed, trapping the bus in a rock like hug, upside down, forever suspended. If the bus shifted just right, the passengers would fall, into lake of molten lava. If it stayed all person on board would perish, by being crushed to death.