The Story of Casey Vout

Chapter 1: Prolouge

Casey Vout had barely tucked himself into his kitten’s collar before she darted out of the room. This kitten was a small grey 4-month-old with big eyes like avocados, long white socks, and a tannish stripe at the top of her front right paw and across her back. She was awesome beyond belief, really unbelievably awesome.

The kitten’s evil owner was Elena Lopez, who got her for her 13th birthday. Her parents got her a cat in hope of making her more responsible using a little furry ball of cuteness, but all that Elena’s makeup slathered face had to say was mean things about that adorable ball of fuzz. She didn’t even bother to name it. The only time the little kitten got any attention from Elena was when she was chasing her around or torturing her, like by letting her smell a treat and then putting it away, or putting the kitten outside the door in the freezing Vermont cold and not letting her back in until she was meowing loud enough to wake up her parents.

Now, you can understand why the kitten had darted out of the room. Casey gave a cry of alarm as the kitten was on a straight course into Elena’s mom’s leg! At the last second the kitten darted out of the way, and Casey gave a sigh of relief. He make a kissing sound to calm the cute kitty down.

“Shh, girl. Woah, girl.” He sounded like he was calming a horse. His size compared to the cat was like a teen riding a full grown stallion, so I suppose it made sense. He hopped of gently, smoothing the kitten’s dusky fur. “I’ll go get you a treat. Now stay.” He whistled and Elena’s grudging father called her in for dinner.

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My Color

Maybe my color is orange,

as bright as a blazing star.

or perhaps it is yellow,

like gold glittering from afar.

perhaps it is leafy

like an evergreen?

Maybe it is purple,

like a royal queen.

Is my color blue,

darker than the sea,

or red

like a blazing inferno

flaming in the breeze.

Pink

like a flower,

blooming and aglow.

it might be blue-ish like a bird,

more specifically indigo.

Could it be dark,

as black as shadows go?

red,

      or orange,

green,

or blue. 

Indigo,

or violet,

  and purple,

...

why I know what my color is!

Its the whole RAINBOW!

So this was a homework in Creative Writing. I didn't really know how to answer it, because I have many different sides to me. This is how I handled that.

Contrasting Poems

Spring

The sun in the sky,

the wind on my cheek.

The grass and the bushes

scratching at my feet.

The mud between my toes,

the flowery smells

prying open my nose.

The birds in the sky,

the world is complete.

The prettiest sight

lying at my feet.

Fall

A floating abundance of fall

not only is the sunset red

a fiery disco globe

now with colors subdued.

birds are leaving

leaves are deceiving us

into believing they are dead

they are pretending to be pretty birds

uprising from a plush bed

Alliteration Poems

Yellow

Like butter,

soft but salty.

Like a school bus, loud and smelly.

Like new straw,

sharp and select.

Like mustard, tangy and tart.

Like a lemon,

sour or sweet

beige or blond,

selective shades of saffron,

hard or soft,

sweet or sour,

loud or quiet,

yellow can cause quite a riot.

Burning Tree

Flames that lick the sky

the tree just wanted a touch

a poke or a prod

and up went the sky

an inferno in the clouds

the tree’s touch of red

surrounded by green grass

Now a rainbow

of green and red

burning its mark

into the empty empyrean

making the welkin of the world

These two poems I'm not particularly proud of. They're okay, but I don't think alliterations aren't really my bag.

Silver Lining

Every cloud has a silver lining,

but most are filled with grey.

Every cloud has a silver lining,

does that make it just a shiny day?

This poem was inspired by the song 'Silver Lining' by Steve Poltz. You can listen to it here.

Garden Of Thoughts

A seed is sown

into my garden

of thoughts.

“Good luck”

blooms a flower

of colors galore

red and yellow and many more

“Stupid” is a weed

entangling my imagination

and creativity

making a pretty plant

die

“You rock”

Is an herb

a big, smelly herb

one I want with my dinner

It makes the whole enchilada

a treat

a magical fritter

“Weirdo” is flower

but like a dandelion

a weed nonetheless

at first it looks like “nice”

so big and jolly and pretty

then it spreads

deeper and deeper

overtaking my “good luck”

and “you rock”

where it still spreads

deeper and deeper

into my garden of thoughts.

This poem won an award at Apex Town Meeting, 2nd place! Yay! This was a 'Tuesday Prompt'.