A Perfect Night (in German)

Glänzen des neuen Mondes hell
unter dunklen Sternen
Eine Nacht der Winter
mit den Wolken voll vom Schnee
Leichte Winde brennen weich
unter hohen Bäumen durch
Ein einsamer Schrei steigt über die Sterne,
die andere innen traurig verbinden
Stoppend, um zu hören,
lächelt man wistfully
Das Flüchtig blicken über
einer Person sieht zutreffende Liebe.
Eine vollkommene Nacht
füllte mit Frieden.

Translated:

New moon shining bright
among dark stars.
A winters' night
wth clouds full of snow.
Gentle winds blow softly
among tall trees.
A lone cry rises above the stars
others join in sorrowfully.
Stopping to listen,
one smiles wistfully.
Glancing over
a person sees true love.
A perfect night
filled with peace.

Danger

Everyone knows that danger is here,
but do we know how it
haunts us in our fears.

Danger is like the moon
slowly creeping across
the midnight sky.

Danger is this world
for it is filled with
war, poverty and fear.

Danger could be something
small and senseless
or our worst fear.

It haunts as we're warm and happy
in our beds, creeping silently across our
floors to get into our heads.

Then, when morning comes,
we wake up to see
that it was never really there.

Danger is all around us
it will never disappear
and
Danger is probably
what will kill
us...

One Shoe

Alright, this one is purely stupidity, but it's awesome just the same. Please be nice!

One day as my mom
and I
were cruising down
33rd
I noticed a shoe,
a plain brown
shoe,
clog maybe
slip on,
but only one
and not two.

Then I wondered what
it was thinking
for it was just sitting there,
laying there,
waiting,
without a care.

"Is it still there?"
I wonder,
but then I remember,
it was just one,
and not two.

My Secret Place

I keep my thoughts in a secret place.

Away from eyes to see.

I keep my fears behind my walls, and wish they could be free.

I keep my darkness out of view,

I don't wear it on my sleeve.

I keep my feelings to myself,

so those I love won't leave.

I wish that I could share my thoughts,

not afraid to show the times that I'm

alone and sad,

so those who care would know.

But sadness keeps me in a place

where secrets hide.

My mood changes hues from

light to dark,

like sea foam on the tide.

It's Been Hours

It's been hours!
Hours since he left, hours
Since I called mom,
Hours on top of hours.

The mall closed,
Hours ago, the
Doors sighing shut, a
Click and a snap
As they closed me
Out.

Hours Since it
Started snowing,
Drifting, flying,
Not melting, just staying.

I shiver and do
A little quick-step,
Rubbing palms on knees, and feet on ground
I look this way, then that, still
Dancing.

It's been hours of
the same,
Tears freeze, and my nose
Runs. I love around again.

Finally!
After hours of waiting
Mom pulls up.

"It's been hours!"
I sniff,
"No, only a few minutes."