Voice Of An Angel

By: Mike Sinoi on Thursday, February 24, 2011 at 12:25am

I once met a girl who sang such sweet songs.
She would sing every day and late into every night.
In the morning her voice was like gentle birds of the spring.
At night her voice was a melody of crickets, long into the night.
This girl has changed now no longer a girl, she hides her voice in shame.
I think her voice is still strong even though her body has grown old.
Please, no longer little girl, who is now older than I,
wont you sing your sweet songs with your voice in the sky?

With wings of an angel, visit me and sing,
for I miss you more, than I could ever miss life~

Poetry By: Mike Sinoi,
Character by MCtheGirL

Would she not try, to do her best and the same for you?

There was a girl that could not sleep, for who knew why, she loved to dream
Every night, she lay her head down, every morning, late at night, she rise again and all have fright
This girl was sad, for she was had sorrow, she lay awake in pain tomorrow
Love this girl, for she loves you, love this world, for it clams you, hold this girl, for she not a women
Play that song of happy joy, for she has problem, she sings with sorrow when you say, I forgive you
There is love, here and there, every type, all around and in the air, love this girl for she is fair
Hold this one tight, or you’ll have no bit, keep one to hold, love all in here and out there
She sings a song and you don’t listen, you try to hear and she sings softer, for this one is shy and has to cry
She holds your hand, in your dreams, when you awake you don’t remember thee-
All the memories, washed away cold, all those confessions, a hand that you hold, washed way, oh so sad
Love is for two, the kind we speak of, love is for one, the kind she despises of
Hold her in your arms, tough not to tightly and love her well, not as a worker, or a lover just yet
Hold her as a child when frail and hurt, when she is willing, love her a lot
When she needs a push, give her one soft, when she needs a break, be there and hold her calm
She does not expect much, though this girl has one big wish
Do this for her and she’ll love you ten fold
*Would she not try, to do her best and the same for you?

Lost, Secretly

Love, knowledge, respect, and kindness
These are things that make great men

For dreams to fallow we see all
Though we all see nothing
We see the sky and try to pass it
We see the moon and try to grab it
Though through this all
We wonder why
The stars no longer shine as bright as they were
We have no fright for they still shine
We live on the edge though we never fall
We see all, though all see nothing
So when the storm comes from our own ignite
We’ll all see nothing and all will see
And all the truth will pore like rain-

Written By: Melissa M Carlisle Copyright © Since 2008

How Wonderful -Montana!
The beautiful sunsets in the late summer
Oh how wonderful the clear, fish filled lake is to see
Looking at the water falls and watching them flow into rivers
Seeing the birds fly in the spring, chirping every morning to the songs I sing
The melody of crickets, oh how I love them so
The sound of rushing water in the summer
The sound of dripping drops of ice melting in the spring
The wonders of life all around and in the open
The beauty of the seasons and the color of leaves in the fall
Oh how wonderful, I wish to live there so
Oh what a beautiful place to live
The morning dew on the many flowers of spring
The crystal white snow flakes in the frost of winter
The beauty of the leaves in the colorful fall
My children playing in the warm water and summer breeze
The joy of life, living there to me
There are so many thoughts I have thought
The feelings I have for such a place
If I go again, I think I'll never leave -

Montana Is my Home,
Japan is my fun place,
California is where I live...

By: Melissa M. Carlisle
Date: May 8, 2008

Mysteries of Moon Light Sight

By: Mike Sinoi on Thursday, February 24, 2011 at 12:43am

The Crickets chirp, late into the middle of each night.
Hearing such wonderful sounds makes all at peace with in mind.
With the light of the moon, I am thankful for my sight.
For what is sight with out having any light?
Must all be blind with out any moon light in the night?
For crickets chirp of wonders joy, knowing the wonders if sight.
I may see better with the sun of day, though with the moon of night, Might I see more than there is in the night?

If the night were day and day were night, what would be the difference of sight?
With the sun of day so bright, is the moon of night darker or even more bright?
If one had sight only in the day, I would be sorry for one would never know...

The glamorous starts streaming across the sky
and the simmer on the lake from the light of the moon.
How I wish to share such thought I have only thought of in a night
For such mysteries I never see in the day,
though only I see them in the sight of each night
I wish to think more and understand these mysteries
I walk out side in the light of the moon and I see so many different things
With in each day I wait for night, never seeing what is what is such light

If the crickets stop chirping, I know the sky is dark...
Says my dear friend who is blind both day and night
I am not blind he says, for I have sight through the sounds of the night
Such wonders I hear and such joy I feel, he tells me of his sight

The crickets our your guide
Each blade of grass between your toes are your map
Feel the wind and let it guide your soul
Listen to the crickets for the will worn you of danger near by
When they go silent, stop all your movement
Once they are loud again, find your ground
Feel the wind move across your skin, soaking in the beams of the moon, he says

So, I shut my eyes for I may see too, all the mysteries of moon light sight

Poem By: Mike Sinoi,
Character By, MCtheGirL

A Poem I had to wright:

Buckets are okay,
bundles I guess are good,
but what about bags,
now they're Show-K!

A Poem I got right:

Happy Days Don't Need To Be Perfect

Singing out under the open sky,
laying in a field of soft grass,
looking at all the birds in the sky,
seeing the sun shine brightly and a single cloud flow by.
Looking at the butterflies, flying smoothly through the air.
Singing my sweet song I sing, while the birds chirp along, jumping crickets in the near,
oh how cool the breeze feels flowing through my long golden hair.

Oh, how I wish to swim in that lake near by, though my sun screen, I left it home shy.

Under a tree I lay in the shade, with my eyes closed I sing my sweet song.

Written By: Melissa M Carlisle
Copyright © Since 2008

I Am Me!

The one who Lives, The Girl who Dies...

Starts out as an "about me," then it gets deep...

Created by melissacarlisle on Thursday, May 22, 2008

I love animals.
I love the softness of the dark, and yet I love the agility of the light
I love a foul moon and I can't be in the sun, (U.V. Razes)they really hurt!

Who knows who I am
Though, as long as I know I'm me
Like I care what other’s think
I am myself, that's just who I am
The cleaver girl who hurts a lot
The shy one who tries to smile
The calm side who can become wild
I am me and only myself
The one who helps
The girl that loves
The one who's modest
The girl who cries
The one who laughs
The women who works
The one who tries
The woman who lives, and the girl who dies
The soft angel who darkens, from time to time
I share my news and happy joy
Though all the time, I cry and cry.

Written By: Melissa M Carlisle
Copyright © Since 2008

On sunny days, I have my ways
On windy days, I do a sway
On hot days, I swim away
On cloudy days, I make my way
On rainy days, I jump and play


Written By,
Melissa M. Carlisle
Date Written: 05/17/2008