Friday, September 24, 2010

green eyes




for a school project we had to do this thing called 
"the best part of me." don't take the name, because 
it is a book. anyways, i did my eyes, then we had to write
a poem with it. so here it is.....


(i edited it on Picnik.) don't take Picnik either, cuz it's a site name.

Thursday, July 8, 2010

leaves

When a leaf falls from a tree, it doesn't bounce,
or break, or yell. it floats. peacefully down to earth,
where it will die, and will get reborn into a new
leaf. but yet, it still floats down.


~TaCos

Falling Ashes

(This poem is dedicated to all the men and women lost in the war.)


The Humvee pulls up to a house, in Iraq. they see falling ashes everywhere.
Children playing peacefully on the road. The last thing they saw, were falling ashes.
As the last burning remains of a fallen tree are run over by a truck, falling ashes hit the window, like a giant sand storm. as men and women of Canada step out onto the battle field, they see.
Falling ashes.


~TaCos