My poetry/...

2008-07-30T06:12:00.000-07:00

The beat of music is everywhere

On the key board

Everywhere

But the way I look at Music is

Love

Music brings you places you can never go

It brings hope to new discovers

All music is, is Love

Face

2008-06-29T06:27:00.000-07:00

You see
A face
With a lot of unmatched stuff
A lot of nothing
No pride no joy

But I see
A wondrous face
A color no one nose
But everyone nose
the meaning to your color
I see beauty and life
And pride in joy
In one little face

Everything

2008-06-29T06:15:00.000-07:00

A clay pot made by a child
It is so simple
Just a little bit if coloring
It' s Little finger prints so delicately in place
How much work was put into it
A lot of hope and faith
To us there is nothing to a clay pot
But to a child there is everything...

A Little Girl

2008-06-27T16:22:00.000-07:00

I watch the ocean in and out
While it roars in pain
I wish I could cure it's wound
I wish I could with my hope and Faith
But I am only me
I need more
It needs more

I wish I could cure it with hope and faith
But I am only a little girl with a dream

2008-06-26T06:01:00.000-07:00

My uncle, my sisters and I built a tree house about 5 years ago because we found this really cool tree. We carved in one of the trees, Summer of 2003. And we had all these big plans for it. We were going to put walls on it and try to make it look awesome but we kind of forgot about it. And know my sisters a uncle are to big for tree houses so we haven't done anything to it in 5 years. I went up there the other day and I really miss that tree fort. I sat on it for a while. It reminded me when I was little. I love that tree house maybe because we built it with no help from parents or maybe because it has a lot of memories and hopes into the tree house.

Casey

Me

2008-06-25T18:54:00.000-07:00

Hi. I hope you enjoy this blog. I love to write poetry! It is so deep and like music. I do like art and music. My hometown is Fillmore NY. I love spending time with my grandmother. She is so fun!
I moved when I was 10 years old. I hated it. I think I am better know but it really hurt me for a long time. My parents split up the summer we moved. I think my dad had really become a better dad because they split up.
I have a passion for poetry. I get it from my dad and grandma. I try to think deep inside of me.

Yesac29