Happy Valentine’s Day!

When it comes time to focus, you never stray

I’ll always listen to every word you say

Your voice is as beautiful as a bluejay

I don’t think there isn’t a way

For you to be mine on Valentine’s Day

(No, I don’t actually have a boyfriend.)

Happy Valentine’s Day! May you get (or have gotten, depending on what time it is where you are) much love today!


Sunday Night Poetry (Week 40)

When warmth clears the skies

And the sun no longer hides

We can all look forward to

The changing season’s tides

When leaves will fall

When snow piles tall

You can still hear

The soft bird’s call

Either in fair or in dark stormy weather

You will always know whether

The year’s new comings

Will keep us together

Sunday Night Poetry (Week 39)

Again, sorry I missed last week. I keep finding it harder and harder to keep up with everything, I have so much to do. D: But I’ll try. Tonight, just sit back with your blankets, sweaters, fluffy slippers, a warm cup of hot chocolate (with marshmallows!), and a cat on your lap, and just read to your heart’s content. 😀

From silent nights

To noisy fights

To colorful lights

That are oh so bright

From city bustling

To forest rustling

People hustling

Little mice snuffling

From a moonlit lake

To a burning stake

The sound they make

Inspirations awake

Everywhere you look

Every cranny and nook

From the treetops to the brook

All found in a good book.

Sunday Night Poetry (Week 38)

(Ahhh noo I’m sorry I missed, like, three weeks of this. I remember just as I’m doing something, and when I get the time, I forget, and afterwards I remember too late. Please accept this random poem as an apology.)

Snow glistens on the hill

Ice crowds the windowsill

Small dens that snow will fill

House those who are waiting ’til

The warmth of springtime rolls around

No more huddling underground

No more cold devoid of sound

Much less suffering to be found

Yet ice still sparkles night and day

In the sun’s bright warm ray

The children run out to play

Winter is here to stay

Happy New Year!

Hey, y’all! I’ve set it to post at midnight.. Let’s hope it works, for once. If it doesn’t, sorry.

So what are your new year’s resolutions? It’s okay if you don’t have one, or if you have more than one. Strive to do something you’ve wanted to do that you couldn’t before.

What if you don’t have one? Well, there’s a simple solution. Go to someone who knows you well, like a friend or family member, and ask them to make a resolution for you. This actually worked pretty well among myself and my friends, because we couldn’t decide on a resolution. I picked one for my friend, and she picked one for me in return, and we just kept going around like that. It’s really useful.

What do you hope to do in the new year? Think about that, and always remember, it’s a great time to think back on what you have done, and what you have yet to do.

Happy New Year!

Sunday Night Poetry (Week 37)

Here’s a little poem I wrote in my spare time. It has exactly 26 lines, and I tried to use it in a letter-game, but it didn’t work out so well….

I know it may not make too much sense, it was completely random. Enjoy your night!

When the raven’s cry

Turns the sky

An inky black

You have a knack

For finding trouble

No, finding double

Or maybe it finds you

Whatever’s true

You can’t deny

That in the sky

The ravens arrive

To revive

The crown of old

A plot will unfold

The lions roar

From one to four

The wolves will howl

Pull back the cowl

Of the guise

And he will rise

To fight the fight

The light of night

While the ravens fly

And the children cry

And the world will slowly

Wither and die

Sunday Night Poetry (Week 36)


The snowflakes fall

Glistening in the moonlight

A lone raven’s call

Echoes through the silent night

Brittle branches

Waving in the breeze

The soft light dances

Over what will soon freeze

A blue chill

An icy glaze

Slips over the hill

Where the fox preys

A thick blanket

Of glistening white

Who would’ve thought it

Would ever come tonight

The ice takes

The thin shape

Of the frozen lakes

In this lonely winterscape

Sunday Night Poetry (Week 35)

When rivers run red,

And the trees become huge,

And your cozy bed,

Is no longer a refuge,

When snowflakes fall

To the ground in July,

And you start to call,

“Please tell me why!”

When spirits walk

Among us once more,

And in silence they talk

Like never before,

When the sky is not blue

And never will be again,

Who will you turn to

When the night comes to end?

For the spirits, they walk,

And the snowflakes, they shock,

And the rivers, they run,

And the sky, there is none.

While some call this

The end of the world,

Something’s amiss:

A plot unfurled.

Creation anew

Has come to light,

From nothing it grew:

A new world taking flight.

Sunday Night Poetry (Week 34)


She dances in the snow

Unaware of the events

That will come in the future.

She breaks off a crystallized water cone

Knowing it will soon melt away

Like the memories of her past.

She shakes clumps from the evergreen branches

The green needles reminding her

That nothing lasts forever.

She catches a snowflake

Realizing that, like them,

No situation ever plays the same way.

But there is one thing she cannot foresee,

And that is what she uses

To face the challenges ahead.