The sweet smell of pine drifting through the air
thin rays of sun shine and the weather is fair
animals Roam and run through the woods
we sit and watch under camo hoods
snapping a photo here and there
a flash of light they stop and stare
wondering from whom it came
then running off "its all the same"
a rifle fires far to the left
killing deer running all the theft

risking a fine for a bite or two
we sit and talk me and lue
watching as the ringing scares the animals away
then sitting and watching the tree limbs sway
the wild life returns until the next poacher goes for a bird
the cows roaming in one big heard
and the bull huge man its absurd

untitled

love a thing everone feels

Love a thing that some people steal

Hate a thing that might occur not

not permanent becaus there is a cure

feelings something we all have

the maker of theses feelings a friend to keep someone to grab

a person who takes it all away

a persone you might want to stay

(deticated to her) (she knows who she is she will read this)

(i know)

(mariah) =)

M
A
R
I
A
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this girl i so qish to help

i feel she's let out a silent welp

i may not be needed

like a seed in a ground already seeded

my life may be a ground un weeded

but a smile back and a hi

this world a little crazy

my out look a little hazy

but it all seems so clear

all in less than a year

so sweet so mild like a new born child

so smart so cute

never in not one fuet

this girl mariah miles

a growing love is what i feel

unpearcing like iron or steel

(deticated to mariah miles)

granit

this world filled with

great things we take for granit

this life we live a privladge to be taken at any givin second

taken at what may seem no fault of our own

we don't appriciate the things givin we just take

this harsh feeling so hard to shake

the food we eat the air we breathe we all expect

the life we live are living, giving for no cost at all

respect it, life, food and all that we have saw

a feeling you might get

when somone close to you dies

and the tears pour from your eyes.

deticated to all

closer than close

sweet so unbeleivable

goofy and crazy so conceivable

so much unlike the most

so unlike the host

so cool but morals still in mind

goofy but still so kind

the feeling she gives

this feeling, like she has a reason to live

such a close friend

such a positive attitude like theres no regrets and no sins

this attitude I love

i follow so close behind

only in resemblance

only in resemblance

(deticated to alexsys) :)

my philosophy

love-hate
life-death
moral-imoral
morans-idiots
life in general is a varriaty of things live with it ;) =D

"The class"

stepping into a room

piercing stares from strangers

looks as though your in the wrong place

like a terrorist in a room full of cops

or a cow on a cage of goats

an uncomfortable feeling making my heart race

this adrenaline rush I have felt before

one fondly smile shoots through the crowd of looks and comments

"The eerie night life"

The midnight darkness ever so hard to see through

the silence of the house so deadly

hearing every creek and the whisper of what little air blows through the cracks

looking through a pain glass window into the eerie darkness

and watching limbs sway in the unrelenting breeze

seeing what the night is filled with, hunters and prey

rodents scurry and scowl while birds and cats on the prowl

heaving all sorts of noises

A creaky board whines do to its expansion in the nights summer heat

a poorly valved faucet drip's

the AC's fan humming slightly in the distance

and the lights of passing motorist timed in perfect intervals

the cry of an owl about to get his last kill

as dawn approaches and the night life ready to rest they're eyes

and the sunlight spills onto the earth waking the sleeping and coaxing the wake to rest till night

(dedicated to the night dwellers)

"untitled"

impacting the world in the slightest

keeping my feelings at there tightest

eyes piercing like a sword

but make her anger, she will punish without lifting a finger

sweet as can be

but deceiving, you will see

promises can be made

promises meant to be kept

beauty that's unbelievable

and smarts that are unconceivable.

(dedicated to Kelly as a friend)

"Her"

A cut gaze in A star lit daze

brow locks flowing like the rush our craze

beuty unexplainable in any wors

and A voice that hits perfect chords

stance strong like an urban fighter

but sweet like a poet or writer

(Deticated to Kelly as a friend)

by Kory England

Guess its been

Guess its been a long time lol
well my brain works in weird ways ill write for a while then ill stop then ill come back and Wright more well IM back :) well check out my new poems im about to post :)