ThiefThiefby Arianna Crane----♥♥----Running freeHeavy green seemingly not thereBeing chased by blue and red wailsNever felt so aliveA black outfit in the black of nightCan't be found very easilyStops; the screech of skidding shoesCaught red-handedCold metal grips wristsLed into the modern blue box----♥♥----
ScavengerScavengerby Arianna Crane----♥♥----I wouldn't be a raccoon for a moment.The masked thief in the middle of the nightHis smoke-ringed tail a blur in flightHunted down for his beautiful gray furThe exterminator hot on his feetClimbing his way through the cityHungry, and needing something to eatSleeping high in the treesHoping humans won't see him thereToo fast for his killers, he zooms out of sightDifficult to be spotted in the black of night----♥♥----
More Haikus----♥♥----He wishes for homeDestroyed in the great Time WarHe cannot go back----♥♥----Now you are fortyHappy birthday, you old manFrom your loving kids----♥♥----Exterminate himThe one inside the blue boxHe has killed us all----♥♥----When the bad wolf cries,I know that my rose will come;For the two are one----♥♥----
MonsterMonsterby Arianna Crane----♥♥----The young girl on the run,So afraid of the blue colored lights;They come up from the water,Devouring the dog, the frog, and the birdThat were near the water's edge.She was going to be next;The girl who was in the boat,Cowering from the blue colored lightsThat were coming out of the water----♥♥----
MomMomby Arianna Crane----♥♥----You are the bright, shimmering blue of the ocean,The bird song that rings through the skies on a bright, sunny dayYou are the sweet caramel filling of a chocolate bar,And the wonderful fizz to my Pepsi.Your voice smooth like silk when you sing;Always with you, I feel at home.You are the brightly blooming rose of Spring;You are never ending like your unconditional love.Forever and always, you are my Mom.----♥♥----
MemorizedMemorizedby Arianna Crane----♥♥---- Putting on my glasses, I sat down in front of the piano and picked up the music. As my eyes were quickly skimming across the pages, I could imagine the song in my head. It wasn't one that I've heard before, but it was a very beautiful piece. I set the music back down and scooted the bench forward a little. 'Just a few minutes,' I thought. I wanted to play it, and it had been a while since I'd played anything. Mentally running through the piece again, having memorized it while I skimmed through, I gently set my fingers on the keys and began to play, my soul singing with the ins