Mosquitoes

All of man has one common foe -
And that is the horrifying mosquito
They suck blood, they're fast, they're black,
And size is what they really lack.
But that's the way they want to be,
They'll suck your blood when you can't see.
You'll happily be dancing into the night,
They'll sneak up on you and take a bite.
Or you'll be studying hard with all your books,
And they'll steal your blood, and you won't even look.
Preposterous creatures,
With unpleasant features,
Who can leave red bumps in all sorts of places,
Ruining the most beautiful faces.
This continues to happen all the time,
Shouldn't they be punishable for their crime?
Sometimes we get lucky when we swat -
We hit them right square, and leave them to rot.
But sometimes (most times) they escape, which is plain unfair -
But all I can say is: Near mosquitoes, one must BEWARE. 

"Check"-mate

She was weary, she was tired.
A long day of school, the sun burning hot, and life all mixed up.
Everything seemed so extreme now, like black and white.
Black and white. She smiled at the comparison. A chess game was what this was.
This fight, this ignoring, they were the white side, the angels of the game, but in truth, a pack of wolves.
She, on the other hand, was the black side. Black, because that's what they thought of her. Black because that's what she was. But black suited her perfectly fine, she liked the color. It represented the darker, rarer side of life, dark, but not necessarily bad. She played a one-man game. And she liked it that way.
White was the majority, black, the minority.
This comparison worked in so many ways.
They were the pawns, following one leader, protecting one leader - who had the importance of the king and the strength of the queen.
She was the pawns, and the king and the queen.
Neither of the sides were about to bow down to the other.
Not them, not she.
Her tired mind suddenly seemed alive, jumping with words, their comfort zone, and it poured out.

They ignore, no, they don't look my way.
It's a fight, and it's getting worse day by day.
Should I say sorry, and end this feud?
Or not? For then, it's me they'll exclude! 
I can get this friendship back, the type that doesn't break, 
But is that what I want? My dignity's at stake.
I can change the past - as if it never happened, 
Say the word 'sorry', I might again become the best friend.
But, if I don't, let's be honest, what have I to lose?
The so-called friends might take me back, but I have to choose -
If they are my real friends - well they wouldn't have chucked me out, 
They'd stand by me through good and bad, and now I start to doubt...
For they are playing "Simon Says"
They're following the leader's ways..
Or else they'll be next, I'm sure they're scared, 
They'd have taken the risk if they really cared.
The fight might end, I may go back, 
But my own mind is what I won't lack, 
I'll do what I KNOW is right, 
Even if it leads to another fight!
Friends again? Maybe, maybe not...
But a valuable lesson, I've been taught!

She laughed. It wasn't that easy, as saying sorry, and getting re-accepted. But she did feel better about herself.
As she read it out to her dad, he started to laugh.
"Well, at least something good came out of this fight!"
 


 

"Splash" dance

In soccer- it's the goal I won't get,
In volleyball -the ball doesn't get over the net!
In basketball - I can never reach...
When will I ever, EVER find my niche?
It's where I rush to after school,
A tiny, but lovely swimming pool.
I do it by myself all alone,
Not in the house, yet quite at home!
I'm not fast, oh no, not by far,
I'm not what you'd call a swimming star.
I want to cruise, I want to sail,
I want to compete - but I'm scared to fail,
I've never really been good at sports like the rest,
Yet I won't give up, dreaming one day I'll be best.
For, you see, I believe it's MY place,
It adds a twinkle to my eyes, and a smile to my face.
Inside me, a strong passion burns,
And that's actually what's helping me learn.
It's where I'm me, and this love gives me hope,
That inside I've got a spark, inside I've got some scope -
Maybe if I do exactly as told,
And practice, and practice, I may win that gold...
And though now I'm meeting my failures with a crash,
Later I'll be greeting my successes with a huge SPLASH!