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Name: Mikella A. David
Sex: Female
City/town: Tunapuna
Country: Trinidad
E-mail:
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Social networking: Facebook, Awesome community
Interest(s): Singing, poetry, songwriting, story-writing, chatting online
Background: Soloist, former lead singer with the Tunapuna SDA Youth chorale
The wind drew an angry sigh that made the trees bow
like a child being reprimanded by an angry parent
the elements understood the call, the earth was restless,
the environment groaning under man's careless acts upon nature.
the sun smiled ha but they didn’t understand or didn’t care if they did,
it didn’t matter the ozone layer was going,
slowly at first but then now, in a rush
as man made advancements to become as it would seem superhuman trying to outdo each other on a planet made for mankind
first there would be the melting of the ice caps,
and then there would be the backlash
increased water, flooding of islands, destruction of habitats
extinction of the polar bears and other key figures that strive on the ice
then the storms and the intense heat, then the earthquakes,
loss of life by this time was inevitable
the sun smiled but at the same time was thoroughly disheartened
why did man have to do this to themselves,
nature had no control over its actions
didn’t they know
that there was a cause and effect with everything they do
Maybe it served them right.................but then
maybe they couldn’t help it, they were flawed after all
and then there was the talk that they wanted to inhabit the moon
Nature groaned at the thought
God forbid!!!
By: Mikella David
The life of the party or was he just a tag along on life Trying to fit in to the newest trends and Checking out the coolest styles Was he always this laughing jovial handsome kids Or has he been eaten by peer pressure’s monstrous hold? Strangling his individuality with its claws Who was he? Was he the lonely person who slammed the wall with his bare fists at night tears flowing, out of sight unchecked as he sobbed silently for fear of being discovered? He would tell you who he was as he wrote a hurried letter For the hundreds of fans he had And the ones that held him in high esteem, Those whose worlds would explode When they found the chilling revelation He hated life, it was never his own And now as he pulled the rope taunt and closed his eyes He felt free,......free in his individuality. By: Mikella David
The world was now an endless cave and I was alone. Lost, as lonely as the sea on a stormy night. My heart could hold no more and I wept as I ran towards the grey house. The trees looked haunted at night, their scraggly linked hands outstretched in the solemn mysterious dance of a nighttime ceremony.
I shivered in terror, stumbling blindly over the unseen roots in my mad dash towards the only place of shelter I could see. Goosebumps pimpled over my skin, caused by my intense fear and cold wind that flew heavily, rustling the leaves of the extended branches.
My thoughts were racing in my mind. Midnight. At the stroke of the clock and the chime of the warning bell, a hungry vampire turns restlessly in its six footed cavern or an old hag comes drearily from the underworld for another appetizing ingredient to add to her murky concoction of doom boiling in the far away depths of hell.
All these weird thoughts jumbled in my head. Tears felt cold against my skin , every little sound shook my nerves as I huddled, taking refuge under the stone steps, hoping and praying for the night and its hellish mysteries to be of the past and blessed day arise. The hoot of an owl sent chilling waves of fright up my spine and I curled myself tighter into a ball, trying to dampen the scream that was flaring up within me.
Footsteps ……coming nearer. I bit my lips as I saw a light darting around, hovering for sometime in certain spots. Could it be a soucayant looking for a juicy meal to prolong her life on earth? The light came closer; voices could be heard, guttural to my terrified mind. Who were the speakers? My heart was pounding in my chest; I closed my eyes, not wanting to behold whatever it was.
“Jenny!” The shout was a soothing balm of relief over my soul. “Dad?!” I croaked crawling out from my hiding place. Enveloped into strong arms I could now boldly face whatever the night had to offer.
By: Mikella David
While the night steals away
On its feet of light
Comes the dawning of a new bright morn
A sweet soothing dawn
As the windy rhythm picks up
The atmosphere spins in a frenzied circle of bliss
To stop to bend the roses
And kiss the rising sun
Coming in all its glory, shinning in power
The sea calms to meet him in his chamber of awesome light
Intense in its charm of rule over nature
The grass bends with a bow
Lord, tell me how did you do these creations?
Tell me how?
By: Mikella David
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