EKIM LLEHCTIM

THESE ARE MY CLOSE FRIENDS

ABOUT ME

Hi, Im Micahel, Im 19 years of age. I dont know what you would like to know about me, sooo if you want to know, just ask please :>

HERE IS SOME POEMS THAT I WROTE. ENJOY!

THE WAKING SUN

The sun knocks on my window
As i slowly wake from a thoughtful sleep.
When warmth of the ray touches my face-
Joy-Peace-

The sun at my window, introducing me to Day-
Even though i met Day many times
I dont know him very well-
But i try to remember.

As the door opens,
The smell of rain is welcoming.
The morning breeze hugs my body
Love-Hope-

Minutes pass since i have been outside.
Suddenly, something touched my lips-
Something wet, warm, salty-
Rain? No-Tears-

THE CALMING STORM

A storm woke me from a thoughtful sleep.
I looked out the window,dark,cold, but calming.
As i strech, the Autumn chill touched my skin, i smiled.
I layed there- letting my thoughts blow wild.

Six o'five, six o'seven, six'ten, six'twelve.
I finally got up, put on my leather jacket, still lost in thought.
It was still dark out when i opened the door.
A chilly,moist,gust of wind forced the door open and me, i slowly entered the storm.

im not done with this poem, but i thought you would like to know where im at in it and to see how it is to you fellow friends. Enjoy!

It's been a while since i have heard from my brother. He has gone away on his own, while i , the youngest of my family, living in our little home.
I have three older siblings, Nathan the oldest, Jessica, and my closest sibling Beau. When i was seven years of age, Nathan went to war, then he was injured in battle and was sent back home. Then a year later he got married and is raising his own family. When i was twelve , almost thirteen yars of age my sister, 21 at the time went into a relationship and before i knew it, she got married as well. I miss the cookies that she would always make and the great advice she gave. Now Beau was my pal, may not give as good of advice as Jessica but he always was fun to talk to and to hang with. And now he is away, gone to war, like Nathan. He left a month ago.
My parents have always been there for me. My mother, Anne would take care of me when sick and tought me how to cook. My father, Micha a great farmer he is and can fix almost anything and make it work even better than when it started.
I am John Pack, sixtten years old and i have been a farmer almost my whole life. I started working on the farm when I was twelve. Now father says that i have gained enough experience to able to run the farm on my own except for some few things.

OKAY WELL HERE IS A STORY I HAVE STARTED WHEN I WAS BORED ONE DAY. TELL ME IF IT IS GOOD , CAUSE I MIGHT CONTINUE IT AND MIGHT MAKE IT A SHORT STORY OR EVEN A BOOK. ENJOY!

" "He's like a drug for you, Bella." His voice was still gentlle, not at all critical. "I see that you can't live with out him now. It's too late. But i would have been healthier for you. Not a drug; i would have been air, the sun."
The corner of my mouth turned up in a wistful halfsmile. " i used to think of you that way, you know. Like the sun. My personal sun. You balanced out the clouds nicely for me." He sighed. "The clouds i can handle. But i can't fight with an eclipse." " 11/23/08

QUOTES:

"A boyfriend/girlfriend stabs you in the heart, a friend stabs you in the back, but a best friend doesnt carry knifes" 11/28/08

"98% people brought back Sexy, im the 2% that never left" 12/24

FRIENDS

First time you meet,
Really shy, maybe not,
In time, find that their really neat,
Each one different, and that’s what I like!
Now as time passed, lose some, gain new- but my
Decision is to gain new, lose none.
So as your read, I leave this message- never let down of the ones you care!

"Childhood is not from birth to a certain age and at a certain age
The child is grown, and puts away childish tings.
Childhood is the kingdom where nobody dies. 01/18/09"

Music,
Blasting loud, party, fun, funny, laughing out loud, floor rolling, happy tear falling, sniff, "im okay", rumble, rumbling tummy, sniff, staring, many eyes, understanding, minds connecting, left, right, feet beating, ground, stairs, up, kitchen, kitten, pet, petting, stip, continuing rumbling, mumbling, bubbling water, butter knife, butter toas, kling, klang, banging pans, klacking sporks, drumming knifes, water, drippedy-drop, drippedy-drop, bop, head bopping to the
music.

MY BFFS

As the sun rises, then sets, day by day,
I stare, sitting, waiting for nothing.
Here I am just waiting, waiting, wait-

But as the day goes by, things happen.
Like the other day I almost got ran over,
But did get stepped on, and then kicked, but no pain.

As I got kicked that's how I traveled,
Rolling down a hill, stopping next to the river side.
Now I wait there, for nothing as the sun goes down.

As I wake, from the first sight of light,
I find a bird, a gull standing on my head.
It's quite annoying such a thing on upon head, but can't do a thing.

The gull finally flaps away, as something else approaches.
I hear beats of splashes, splash, splash, splash-
Now I'm splashing, skipping across the river, being thrown by rough hands.

As my speed slows, I start to sink, down, deep,
Drowning but can't do a thing, but now,
Just now laying at the bottom of the river, waiting for nothing-

As a rock.

PERSONIFICATION

MOONLIGHT COLORS

Looking out a small window, watching the storm go by-
Listening, hearing the faint small drops falling, some hitting the glass.
Part of my face, the temperature going down, as it is placed against the glassy picture.

As I’m looking, watching the storm, trying to take in every drop.
But sooner then I thought, the storm became calm,
The clouds opening letting a faint, tint of blue light enter the scene.

As I was, disappointed that the storm has left my sight,
Something else has caught my tired, blue, boring eyes.
There on the window, a few remaining wet drops, just hanging,

The blue tint ray, hitting them, but not drying them out, but making them glow.
Tired as I was, but now I can’t sleep, wanting to stay up, wondering,
If my mind is playing tricks on my eyes, laughing at what a gullible sight-

There on my bedroom wall, colors, with a creamy tint to them.
Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and violet all twinkling there.
The storm left, and there it came raining colors, unknown


Tonight the moon showed its true colors-

STORM

Heading towards the East,
With great, massive speed,
All dark and cold, it covers the upper ocean.

It was once a fluffy whiteness,
But now fierce and harmful, as it
Captures the warmth of the sun.

Some curse it, others think
Its a blessing, as its water pebbles
Splatter to the earth.

Now i watch it come, the wind strongly blowing,
Sighing in beauty, raising my chin
As the wall of pebbles collide on my face.

MIDNIGHT SKY

Oh how beautiful the midnight sky is,
With the moon and the stars shining,
Making the mountains glow, oh them i miss;
But now the winter clouds left, the Sun their fearing,
The temper and anger becomes calm; soon the Sun will set,
The darkness shall move forward from the East,
As the angry clouds form from the West making a net
To capture the innocents in anguish, joy they'll feast;
Then the moon rises over the mountain, using the sun's light,
Darkness fleeing back a bit from such power,
Though the clouds anger increased, continuing to fight,
Moving forward to cover the moon, but shined on guiding the nightly hour;
The sun has come once again, all rejoice,
There is peace in the air, no negative noise.

DREAM POEM

As I laid my head down,
My sight slowly became blurry,
Then there was complete darkness.

My hearing went muffled as the
Seconds went by, then nothing,
Not a word, not a sound.

So here, surrounded by silent darkness,
Confused, worried what whould happen
Next when seconds go, counting each one.

Suddenly, three minutes go by,
A light, a wonderful light came slowly into view,
Showing a strange fog; i stand up as my eyes start to wonder.

Walking slowly, not knowing where my feet are taking me,
As my blue eyes, searching more,
Wanting more than just fog and light.

Some fog started to clear, showing mountains and trees,
Started hear running water, excited ees searching for what blessed sound,
A river came into as i turned left, out in the distance a waterfall.

As i stared at the waterfall, my eyes caught a figure,
Sitting upon a boulder, just sitting, looked like thinking;
Taking a step forward, wondering who it is.

As i took another step, the fog moved in, my eyes going wild,
The waterfall and other noises being muffled,
My sight going black; muffled turned into an annoing ring.

Had no feeling in my hands to cover my ears,
But blessed am i as i fought the darkness,
To see light, but body weakened from such journey.

I slowly get up to turn off the alarm,
And laid there, wondering what happened-
What did happen?

NIGHTLY WALK

Oh what a sight when the moon light shine
Upon trees and grass with the morning dew,
Oh how they sparkle and softness of new green pine,
Giving off fresh fragrant, wild smell, walking on this night with you;
Hearing the stream
Flow by, looking upon it, smoothly it moves, glassy,
Reflecting the beautiful lights above, connecting our dream;
Dozing off, those dreams won’t be worries cause tonight, you are with me;
Oh dear love one,
Let your dreams go beyon’.

MY DRAWINGS

" "Wait- can i ask one more?"
"sure. I'd say it's your turn anyway, after all i've asked you."
"Why are you my friend, Jeb?" He pursed his lips for a second, considering his answer.
"You know I'm a curious man," he began, and i nodded. " well, i get to watch you souls a lot, but i never get to talk with'em. I've had so many questions just piling up higher and higher...Plus, I've always thought that if a person wants to, he can get along with just about anybody. i like putting my theories to the test. And see, here you are, one of the nicest gals i ever met. It's real interesting to have a soul as a friend, and it makes me feel super special that I've managed it." "

" The beginning would feel like the end. I'd been warned. But this time the end was a greater surprise than it had ever been. Greater than any end I'd remembered in nine lives. Greater than jumping down an elevator shaft. I had expected no more memories, no more thoughts. What end was this? "

The night felt slow with such suspense, but time was moving by the sound of the breeze gently breathing threw the trees, and the zooming passing traffic. From a distance an echoing of a car door slamming shut. Following with high heels tapping in rhythm against the pavement, slowly getting louder. Rattling, clinging metal keys, tapping the doorknob; twisting. The door squeaks open, click of a light.
“ Happy Birthday!!” we yelled, bursting out of our mouths from much excitement. Giggling...