http://www.writerscafe.org/MissPO_Oet96 The original writings of author Sariel Hana en-us Copyright 2013 Aresta Enterprise LLC 1368883408 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I'll explain if you just sit and listen, wonder and wish. Don't listen to me while I explain. You're the one with the mind, You can wander and want while I explain.Sit in the back, With your feet propped up On the seat in front of you.The faux leather one, As we glide a.. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/MissPO_Oet96/709286/ Kicked off my red shoes,Left them on the floor.Kicked off my red shoes,The one's you admire. I hate staring at red shoes,So I kick them to the wallKicked them so hard I almost kicked your red heart. So hard it might have landed on your pink tongue. I know what you would have done.. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/MissPO_Oet96/709284/ I have eyes,They may be caked in glitter & vibrant hues.I am keen on a little color. I have hair. Reddish and brittle it may be. I like it that way.  I wear clothes. Old and contradictory.I enjoy plaid on plaid and reinventing old denims. &.. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/MissPO_Oet96/709281/ A short story I wrote based on Ovid's Minerva and Arachne. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/MissPO_Oet96/511967/ A remarkable teacher once told me “music is like wallpaper.It is there all the time, but you don’t always have to keep reminding yourselfof its existence. There is no worrying in music.”Music is healing. It has the power to change your entiremindset. Or even just to t.. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/MissPO_Oet96/506507/ I am lost. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/MissPO_Oet96/506505/ I can make you laugh,I can make youcry. I can make you love, I can make you despise.I am my ownperson. Call me wild. Call me unwise. You’ve gotten farther than many. Some too scared. I canmanipulate, I can pretend,Like a chameleon... http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/MissPO_Oet96/506504/ A poem about fitting in. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/MissPO_Oet96/506078/ I wrote this one a while ago. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/MissPO_Oet96/506063/ Silence.Perfectly still.Heavy eyelids.I call out.No one.Nothing.Just like that,I am gone.  http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/MissPO_Oet96/506059/ Swaying wooden swingsWhisper to each other The wind blows dry leaves,Scattering messages across the park. The white, lacy blurOf a girl Polished black boots drum along stone pathsAs the boy calls out her name. “Come back, Ma.. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/MissPO_Oet96/506056/ Its about a boy... http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/MissPO_Oet96/506053/ I know the world will never be the same, Conversations in my head;Hours entice me then desert me. Time for bed, mommy saidI just can’tlook my problem in the eye,I just can’tlet myself say goodbye.Just one morehour, Just two,Just three then four. .. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/MissPO_Oet96/506050/ A poem about growing up through the influence of music. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/MissPO_Oet96/506034/