American IdiotWhen we see something written,Along with a picture, that leaves us smitten,All we have is the words of the writer,The picture from the photographer,They Show and say, something we try to comprehend,And all it does is leave us full of dread,They use their work to leave a mark,Such a deep cut that goes down into our hearts,It only makes us grow apart as a nation,Things we hear on any radio station,They only say, but never show,While we see a picture,We will never know,When we read the paper,We will never be the wiser,What a lucky few we are,Too, know we cannot see what happens in a place so far,For The pain and toil would be too much for our minds.The struggle and trail would only make us care,However, the world does not want as to go there,We are like pets in an owner’s home,Content as we lay in a false democracy of our own.
Mirror PoolLooking out at the lake in front of her, Calaline breathed in the fresh night air with the hint of water lilies, the cold breeze made her pull her coat more tightly around her as she shivered “Calaline,” her uncle Derek’s voice carried along the wind towered her. “Dinner is ready!”Standing up Calaline noticed a shadow in the water, as soon as she looked at it the dark object disappeared. She turned to go home when a shiny object caught her eye. Stopping to pick it up she saw it was a diamond in the shape of a sea shell on a silver chain, the pinkish purple mixed with the clear white of the crystals shone beautifully in the moonlight “Calaline!” stuffing the necklace in her jacket pocket she hurried on to the house before her Uncle went looking for her.~*~Calaline woke to the sound of birds tweeting at her bedroom window; shielding her eyes as light shone through the curtains, she made her way around her room and got dressed in a white shirt