alena-ruiecka

Under the waters There are hundreds of white pearls With only one black pearls On the grass You can easily find a three leaf clover But not the lucky for leaf It is not a folly's choice Nor a act to get attention It is just simply being content Just being what you are And what you have

the blue mixed fluidly with the red purple and pink danced around in swirls the leaves tried to cover it the wind gently pushes it away relaxing, the wind will always be but soon the sky will turn black and the wind so tender will be cold but as I look up once more from paying close attention from this poem the brightness of the stars shines the best at the darkest of the dark night sky...

    7:00 am    Two more hours until she needs to get out. Kristen switched the alarm off and walked slowly to the kitchen. She passed her father's room, whose bed sheet left an imprint of a rectangle suitcase. "He packed late again," she told herself and went closer to a note stuck on the door.    "Roast beef, huh."    After the opening the fridge, she took out what her father mentioned in the note, a freshly cooked roast beef, and a glass of grape juice. Grabbing more from the fridge, she began making sandwiches, two for breakfast, and two for lunch later in the studio. Licking the leftover mayonnaise from her hand, she sighed and went

            "Sir the flight is ready for tomorrow."            "Sure thing, tell the company that we'll be there first thing in the morning."            "Yes Sir." His secretary took his coat before leaving him. Looking around he clapped his two hands together after seeing Russell Walter. "Mr. Walter!" he boomed, making the man in his fifties looked at him and smiled. "Are the boys ready for the wrap?"            "They sure are, Hayden. The boys never looked energetic before in the making of their music videos," Russell replied, leaving the filming stage.            "Maybe because they can relate to the storyline," Hayden slings his a

My best friend sent me a message: Hey girl check this out I clicked the link and out came the poster of my favorite band, with my crush as the leader, going to concert here in my country. So, you're going? My best friend asked I looked at her and said, maybe I could. I promised to myself that I will work hard and save to have the ticket and see him But I realized That even if my body gives up in work I starve in saving money And almost touch him from the nearest distance from the stage I realized He wouldn't even think of me He wouldn't even like me He wouldn't even bother to notice me So no matter how much I kill myself to see

     I gave Chelsea one of the sodas inside the refrigerator. "Thanks for coming tonight." She smiled and popped open the can. "You're welcome."     Sitting on the counter top, I opened my soda. "Sorry to bother you, if it wasn't for this black out…" I looked at the TV and it makes me want to cry after the reporter told everyone that there will be a massive blackout for unknown span of time.      "It will be the first time that something like that will happen."     "Yeah, and what a good time to spare me too."     Chelsea sighed. "Why the dark, Athena? Of all things to be scared of, why the dark?"     "Not totally the dark, jus

          "Lianne, my shoelaces are loose!"          I looked at Dennis, sighed and bent down to tie it. "I thought you know already how to tie your shoelaces?"          He looked at me with pure worry. "You're so busy thinking about the grocery list, that's why I never bothered you. I'm sorry." He looked down.          My heart felt warm as I hold his hand and continue walking. "It's alright."          Dennis's face shone. "I'm so happy that I have a big sister like you, Lianne!"          "Me too, for having a very thoughtful little brother. Come on, we might catch Ashley on her counter."          He asked to be placed inside the