I have been on a poem streak lately so I thought I'd post what I've written so far. I also promised a good friend of mine that I would write for 15-30 minutes every day. so I'm starting today. I will hopefully post my writings every until school starts, and then the notebook writings will continue.

The Wind

the wind can rustle the leaves

sing through my hair

and whistle quietly in the trees

but it can be harsh

it can whip the trees down

make swirling tornados of air

and swirl the dust in hurling tunnels of sand

the wind can caress

it can carry a thought

or a dream in its tight grip

when the sun shines

when the moon is out

when it is storming

when it is drizzling

the wind will blow on

through the dust

and the dirt and grime

and when it is my time

the wind will carry

my soul into a new

and wonderful life

Waiting

time slows to a miserable pace

like molasses seeping through an empty space

for that one moment that will free me from this place

the trees are waiting outside

my blue bike in the driveway calls "Ride me"

the book on the counter tempts me closer

the music and the computer yell "pick us"

but I am stuck here waiting

waiting for the workweek to end

the bell will not ring fast enough

and neither my feet or my legs will obey me

the clacking backpack weighs me down

the stoplight turns red to fast

the SQUEL the tires scream

the hurry of home and the peace are gone

the pain and hurt rush upon my body

the white washed walls hurt my eyes

the sorry's and I feel bad for you's don't help

all I want is to go home to the life I once had

Hands

the rough and dry

the smooth and oily

the hardened and worn

are the hands

the story is told

in the deep crevaces

and the tiny cracks

of the hands

the once lively soul

of a tired old man

rests in his warm

wrinkly hands

what can be read

is the life

what can be told

is a story

in the many pairs

of beautiful, soft,

oily, dry, cracked, smooth

hands

well, I hope you guys like it!!! remeber to comment :) I do take advice and comments on my works of word art!! till later,

A.D. Warrick

Well, storm coming in. big one. I'm sitting in the middle street watching (no, my street is not very busy for my relatives). here's the poem fresh from the notebook.

rumbling bumbling in the distance

lightning strikes the far off buildings

the wind lightly sways the fresh green leaves

the smell of rain hangs in the spring air

with the quiet sensation of long gone fear

watching, waiting for what will come

this is the best part

the silence before the storm

it is beutiful. one side of my yard is sunlit, the other side is slowly being assaulted by dark clouds. this is the best part of a storm. Silence is golden. Just like this. this is what I live for. these quiet moments before a storm. speaking of storms here's a few more poems about storms

the green sky whirls

the fear swirls

and the crack

of natures whip

can be head

in the roar

of the stormy night

wrote that a couple nights ago when we had a HUMONGOUS storm hit Little Rock. Dad made me sleep in the bathtub. not so pleasant. heres the one I read for the school poetry slam.

rain pounds loudly

on the roof

of a building

in the busy city

the people ignore it

the animals hide

and the forest is full

of the eery light

as the thunder booms

and the ligthning flashes

a little boy sits on his porch

and slowly watches

many a cloud will pass

many a day will come

but one young young boy

will never forget the storm

he watched pass by

it has started sprinkling, and the wind has picked up a lot. my mom is driving home, she says it's really bad. also exited about american idol finale tonight! I think crystal bowesox will win. Go Mama Sox!! till next time!

A.D. Warrick

Bad Korean Speed Skaters!!

I thought I'd post another funny story to jazz it up a bit, so here you go! I was watching the Vancouver 2010 Winter Olympics Saturday night, and The speed skaters were on their last lap, and suddenly 3 koreans pull ahead of the 2 american dudes, and I start screaming at the TV. BAD KOREANS!(no racism meant here) and throwing kernals of popkorn. then two of them fall, and my mom, my brother and I all start laughing so hard as the american dudes Apolo ohno, and J.R. seltski get silver and bronze. another good funny story- yesterday at alsop park in little rock a couple of my freinds and I were hanging out and chatting up this newspaper photogapher, turns out our picture was in the paper today. To see it google Arkansas Democrat Gazzette and type in febuary 14, 2010

for more, keep checking

A.D.Warrick

Lyrics and ?'s towards life

Heres the latest writings from the lte great A.D.Warrick

The World is a vampire set to drain where secret destroyers hold you up to the blame and what do I get for all my pain? a (squigley line because I couldn't remember the words) and a peice of game. despite all my rage I am still just a rat in a cage. Why is this song called bullet with butterfly wings? SMASHING PUMPKINS. I am sooooooo tired

Heres a journal entry from comp called Time:

Yesterday. Today. Tomorrow. Why does it matter? Time will continue on for all eternity whether we live or parish. Something we do today could play a big part in tomorrow’s future. Something I jot down on this sheet of paper could mean the biggest discovery in the history of our planet. A question I ask in math class could trigger finding out the ancient Egyptians math system. To kill one man could be to kill 1,000 of his unborn relatives. To think that if I had not read the Harry Potter books in fourth grade I would be a totally different person. What is the future how close is my future? Will I have lots of money? What is the past? Did I have a life before this? Was I reincarnated? How many times has the world ended and been recreated? So many questions and so little time in our lives to answer them all.

This is an esay I wrote awhile back (please excuse the gramatical errors)

I believe in my church and god, but to me it means something totally different than what most people associate with church. No acolyting or extra-long services. My church is my safe harbor, and the place for my friends. Somewhere in my mind, this is connected to god. The church has some large bills to pay because it’s fairly new, but I love it for what it really is, my home.

My small family church doesn’t really have the money, or the means to be top notch and fancy. Frankly, no one wants it to be fancy we all like it the way it is. It’s a good feeling to wake up in the morning and being exited about going to church. Fun family, friends, and forty-five minutes of god in a slightly shortened church service make up my Sundays.

Eve though the service is slightly shortened, god and Jesus seem to be everywhere in my church. In the smiling people and the big picture windows, and even the pond we canoe on in the summer. All the happiness and sunlight is almost tangible in the air. Even in the dead of the winter when it’s freezing, we all fell warm because of the people around us and the smiles of warmth. One time, the heater went off, and we all kept each other warm by huddling up, telling stories, and laughing together.

In truth I think it’s a gift that god gave me St. Michaels. When I was in third grade, the priest of my old church moved to St. Michaels, and my younger brother and I were in great need of a little bit of Sunday entertainment. We visited St. Michaels, and our whole family immediately fell in t the church and clicked with the people there. My brother and I practically got down on our knees and begged my mother to switch churches. Although she was reluctant to switch churches, now, my mom plays dulcimer and Autoharp for the folk choir, and she has started our churches Christ-Child Guild. Our whole family will forever be grateful to our church

My life was changed by my church and by all the things I have done there, and all the amazing people I have met through the place the congregation calls St. Mikes. St. Michaels will forever be in my heart as the place I belong.

Till next time,

A.D.Warrick

I don't have any new info, so I thought I'd go ahead and post a funny story. this morning I woke up to go pee, looked at my alarm clock, it was 6:51, so I decided to get up anyway. first time I have done this in three years. and my dad tells me schools out because the miracle blizzard that is just outside our window right now. it's tottaly amazing!!!!! Arkansas hardly ever gets cold, if you remember my last post. will tell more later

A.D.Warrick

Okay these bits are pretty intresting, it took me awhile to collect them.

spanish class: The cold in the air seemed not to make you cold but to freeze you way down to your bone marrow and make your brain move slower than the slowest slug on earth.This is what winter feels like The temperature never tells the truth I realize as I walk outside into octobers biting winds and rain without my jacket. That's a sentence I should put in a book, I thought. It's tottaly over exagerated though, I mean it's Arkansas people!!!!It's still 40- 50 degrees out there in october. My parents used to live in North Dakota, so they know the meaning of real cold. Brrrrr. I need some hot chocolate. In my future, I can call a maid to make me some as I sit in my mansion by the beach.I bet it's still 60-70 in october in lower Texas and mexico. hmmmmmm. I wish. I like it when it's right between summer and fall, when the air smells like a mix of the close fall breezes and the summer greenery.

Grammer:

Can you see

The Heart in me

the tender loving care

But maybe it just matters that I'm cute

Can you see

the heart in me

the balmy breezes

shining eyes

but not that you would care

What matters to me

might not matter to you

but why, oh why

can't you see the real me

My outside shell

is just a fake

to put on in fall and winter

But as spring comes

I shed the lies, the pressed smiles of school

I become who I want

and leap into the sky of eternal summer

Science class:

Somehow, I have fallen off the edge of the univere. I don't know how or exactly why, but I have ended up in an alternate universe of dopplegangers. I was looking in my mirror, and something invisible pulled me through my mirror, and when I got up, I found myself iin wht seemed to be an alley of mirrors. hundreds of thousands of millions of trillions of mirrors rising up in either side of me. I turned around and around, until I found my own again. then I saw it. A copy of myself, only with bright red eyes. I could almost hear its evil laugh as I watched it through my mirror. I banged and banged on my mirror,trying to get back through. no such luck. I started to get dizzy. I walked down to the end of this alley like area of mirrors. someone walked by. "Hey! Hey you!" i called. no answer. I looked around again to find myself in a city of mirrors. every thing was made of mirrors. EVERYTHING. the ground, the buildings the what looked to be the upside down benches. That's the last thing I remembered before I fainted

Well, thats whts in lately, tell you followers more later.

A.D. Warrick

New Theme

OK. I know this blog is extremely boring, so what I decided to do is write down every random poem, first paragraph of a book, haikus that I write in my school notebooks from this day forward. Starting in tommorows post, I will put it all on this blog so one day I can come back and know exactly what I was feeling when I wrote this poem or that sentence.

your future author,

A.D.Warrick