Biography of Mia Ocean
Ola! My name is Mia Ocean. I live in Portugal. I love the ocean.
Mia Ocean's Works:
A Celebrating of Young Poets Northeast- Fall 2005
Mia Ocean Poems
The Tree Of Life
This tree Is not only a tree It is a freindly tree, that is always watching over you.
wave of sea water splashes my face the taste is something new,
Peace, Little Girl, Peace.
The poor young girl with beach blonde hair and pale white skin stands in the middle of the street,
The water is flowing with rage, it splashes
Snow is falling. It’s cold. Icicles hang on the sill.
Sliding on a blanket of snow, I speed, I swerve, I tumble. I crash to a speeding stop just before i hit the ice; I'm the pilot and the wheel, I'm the runner and the shoes,
Why Don'T I Just Quit?
The feelings welling inside me, are bursting with so much rage, that i ask myself,
I'm thinking hard, But my mind should be empty. I practice the movements, But they come out all wrong.
Drip, Drip, Water falls
The villagers are wise people. They know everything about us. They are wizards without wands, geniuses without speech.
The Waiting Room
They wait and wonder, They pace, and ponder, The question and worry, Thinking whats the hurry?
When the sun used to shine through the blinds, it would have pattern, and the pattern would have shape,
The black lake is dangerous. We do not know why. We do not question.
i am calling from under the hedge, i wait beneath the hedge, i shiver beneath the hedge, listening, hoping, for an answer.
The World Of Perfection
Imagine a perfect world with no fear.
It's almost hear.
but you don't know it,
and inside you can feel it.