Tornado of Night - BY MY BROTHER, MAURI!

It was the night
when the trees weren't still.
The wind kicked against them,
like a rampaging bull.
Crying clouds and the twisting wind,
grabbing all, leaving none.

Screams were heard,
miles and miles away.
And that twisting wind,
whispering harshly,
"It's not over yet,
it has yet to begin."

The ground split,
a hole formed.
The wind whipped all
into that gaping hole,
sparing none.
It was a garbage can,
and everything was trash.

And then the twisting winds
roared towards the sky.
And the hole dug deeper and deeper
into the ground.
And the cries of all could be heard,
while the wind bellowed.

"We have taken too many lives,
but they are not gone forever.
They are in heaven now,
now and forevermore."
Yet the wind had mercy,
and the voice seemed to fade.
Gone for now,
but not forever.

Along the Way

A thousand tears I'll cry for you.
It's been so long, it came so soon.
Did we miss it somehow,
did we see it along the way?

This road has crumbled,
there's a hole in the moon.
We walked the line
and fell right through.
Sometimes I wonder,
what if we could fly?

Let's find a place where we can escape.
I'll take you with me, we'll go away.
Just take my hand,
I'll guide you through the dark.

It's a long road,
do you think you can make it?
You fake a smile,
but can you take it?
Even if you fall,
I'll carry you.

Don't tell me that it's too late.
I know you're listening,
I know you're awake.
Can't we pave the way once again?

Central Park, one of the most beautiful parks in the United States. Here I stand, at the entrance, Central Park maped out in my mind. The destination marked with an X and the route colored yellow bricks.
As I start my journey, I see three infants cradled by their mothers. The infants, so young and innocent, have their whole lives ahead of them. One of them could find the cure for cancer. Who Knew? I keep to my steady pace, following my yellow brick road. Walking along the winding path, I came upon two adolescent girls. Sitting centimeters apart, they had their hands blocking their words, no doubt gossiping. Back in the teenage years, all you had to wrooy about were, grades, blemishes, and what to do to get Mr. Hotshot to notice you.
Reminising on my own tenage years, sadness covers me like a blanket. My best friend. Who knew she was so sad? At the age of 16, she took her own life. Life is so crule, but there's no need for the futile what if's? There was nothing anyone could have done. Caught up in my thoughts, I hadn't noticed the callow couple cuddling on the bench. Looking at her face, she seemed so happy. I hoped she stayed that way. There's so many guys out there, good, bad, that you learn you're going to get your fair share of both.
Walking on, I came up to my first X on the map. The vastly open green grass glowed under the suns beaming rays. I scanned the unfamiliar faces until I zoned in on my target. Smiling to myself, I walked over to him. Grabbing my hand and pecking my cheeck, he smiled at me,
"Hello." Butterflies fluttered in my stomach. He has such a strong hold on me.

"Hey," I replied. He pulled me over to a secluded spot.

"I wanted to talk to you," He spoke after a few silent minutes.

"I could tell by your urgent call. I just gave up the five O' clock news for you. It better be good," I joked.

Catching my playfullness, a smile spread across his face,"Oh, trust me I think it is."

"Then what is it, loverboy?" He knelt to the ground. I gasped. Both of us 25, we had been dating for two years. He pulled out a small square box. Opening it, he revealed the most beautiful diamond ring I had ever seen.

"I just wanted to know if you'd take me as your husband and please...be my wife?" Anxiously, he lifted his head up and looked my dead in the eyes anticipating my answer.

Speechless I asked, "Are you saying you want to-"

"Marry me?" He cut me off. I processed this information and thought back on our two years together. I smiled to myself, he was the man I wanted to be with for the rest of my life,

"Yes."

Smiling, He stood and gave me one beautiful, romantic kiss. We pulled away and I thought, no regrets, he's amazing. My hand held out, he placed the ring on my finger. As he took my hand we headed back towards our yellow brick road. Our new destination marked. We strolled on together happiness seeping through into everyone and everything. The suns love flowed making the plants dance to the winds song. We We passed an older couple enjoying the beautiful day. The old woman caught my eye with hers. She smiled, which caused wrinkles to form around her eyes. Before I turned around, I saw her wink at me. In fifty years, that would be us, older yes, but happy all the same.
It's amazing the memories stored in Central Park. Sometimes they're revealed, and other times they're kept secret. You have to open your eyes and see. Sometimes a lifetime can pass right before your eyes. Central Park. Did I mention it's the most beautiful park in the United States?

Little Girl

Isn't anybody going to listen
to my story?
I've lost myself from writing
it over and over again.

Well, have you seen her face?
Is her smile unknown?
Is she so full of innocence,
from a world never shown?

have you heard her calling,
beckoning to you?
Have you looked for the girl

with the smile of truth?

Can you save her from sorrow?
Can you erase her past?
Will you reach out and hold her,
or just bring her back?

This little girl is yours,
don't let her run from a chance.
Find her, help her,
and maybe she'll love you again.

Favorite Days

My favorite days are when something exciting happens unexpectedly, and I am so happy and impatient that I actually wake up in the morning. My toes curl and uncurl in anticipation under the covers. Finally, I go to sleep, and dream happy, fast dreams that quickly segue into the next morning. There is no more rewarding a feeling than going to sleep happy and waking up the next day.

Only problem is that my math mid-term is tomorrow, so I don't know if the happy will last...but it's all good. When I wake up happy in the morning, I usually do some stretching, which gets my endorphin count up or something like that. So here's the plan: go to sleep happy, wake up excited.

(If anyone wishes to complain about the poor literary quality of this rambling two paragraphs, please leave a comment including the following: "I feel the literary quality is substandard to that of the writer's former posts, and I wish to register a complaint in the form of a disapproving comment. You have wasted my time, my effort, and my human dignity." To be thoughtfully considered, this aforementioned comment must also fit in the words "karaoke", "spittoon", and "myrrh".)

We The People

We the people
Had a dream
A dream that one day
We could all live together
In harmony
We the people
Wrote the words
That built a nation
Wrote the words
We now live by
We the people
Had a call to freedom
Life is for the living
So live your life greatly
We the people
Heard the words
"Yes We Can"
And a miracle
Now rules the nation
We the people
Have ideas
And we the people
Can change the world

night ramblings- for a grade!

For extra points, identify the vocabulary words!

Despite the knowledge that, at this point, sleep was futile, Emily launched into the project with great zeal. She was a scrupulous, almost perfectionist type of girl, and she knew it was inevitable that she would give up a night of sleep to make her project amazing. Emily was careful to maintain the delicate balance between silly and didactic in her work.
As her thoughts turned to mere digression as her brain gradually devolved to the consistency of lightly mashed potatoes, Emily tried in vain to ameliorate the situation. She was loath to desecrate her time by wasting it, and it was not dubious that she would accomplish anything profound in the next hour. As her friends texted her to check up on her progress, she remained reticent, preferring to keep everything a secret until the reveal the next day. In her own eccentric way, Emily, like many other people, enjoyed being the center of attention every once in a while. She allowed her thoughts to wander to the obscure corners of her mind where dreams were kept, imagining the adulation she would receive as the winner of the national competition.
She shook her head, ending her brief respite. Now was crunch time. She was painfully aware of the paucity of glue sticks in her house, and she knew that any tiny mistake she made now would be extrapolated out over the number of people who would be looking at it. Emily worked harder, pausing to get out a new stick of mint gum. The old piece had become insipid with the length of her time spent chewing it. She had laid her hands on anything mint after hearing about its brain stimulating effects, disparaging the use of virulent caffeine supplements, which could damage her body in the long run.
Emily wondered why Americans were so fixated on time that they “spent” it instead of “passing” it like Spanish speakers. These days, it seemed like everyone was parsimonious with everything, including time. She acquiesced that her time was valuable, and that time was ephemeral as a dragonfly’s wing, and she thought to herself, “The only valuable thing I possess is my time.”