Cutting Loose

What better a way to welcome the gale
then to harness the wind and parasail?
where you're fastened to colorful parachute
at the rear of the motorboat lies its root
where you can finally appreciate the ocean's waves
as you pass by dark, sinister caves
where you can detect a faint saltiness on your tongue
fresh, pollution-free air will fill each lung
when the world transforms into sunset and blue
that clash together to form multicolored hues
where people appear as hundreds of pinpricks
and the rain forest seems to be made of stiff, green sticks
when you now realize the sheer vastness of the sea
a self-governing system, all components are free
until there's that sudden, sickening jolt in your heart
awakening you from your torpor, an ideal jump start
when you understand you're beginning the descent
from the proximity of human voices, a clear message is sent
when you focus your view on the narrow strip of beach
you think you can touch it, yet it's so out of reach
the exact same principle follows for the stars
seeming so close, but still so far
but what if, in strength of rope, there was a dearth
thus severing your feeble connection to the Earth
you would continue to soar, continue to rise
unveiling the mysteries of the orange-tinted skies
 

Harry Potter Fantasy

I wish I could be admitted to Hogwarts School,
and return to the muggle world, in which I would rule
But the best part of the trip would be the magic
and to stopper events that might turn tragic
as well as meeting every student and teacher
and experimenting with all sorts of potions and creatures
what if I met Harry Potter, with his lightning scar
that makes him shine like a movie star
or listen to Draco Malfoy rant,
gosh! He's such a sycophant
and talk to a clever know-it-all girl,
with crooked teeth and hair in curls
or witness Rubeus Hagrid with his bushy beard,
who adores animals which all students feared
as he'll make us tame a blast-ended screwt,
which he apparently thinks are super cute
and view Dumbledore give a speech, so old and wise,
with his half-moon spectacles concealing bright blue eyes
or be like Harry and ride a hippogriff,
which would pitch itself from the highest cliff
cutting a wide arc across the sky,
and providing the sensation that I can fly
and watch an event that draws every wizard and witch
as the seeker desperately tries to capture the snitch
at the end of the day, eat banquets in the hall so great
and relish on all the delicacies I just ate
but what would make me uncomfortable, the most,
would be walking right through a Hogwarts ghost
and worst of all if I run into Peeves,
so cunning and spiteful, evil schemes up his sleeve
it wouldn't be too bad if I met Nick
who is thoroughly opposed to Peeves' petty tricks
Interesting of all, would be the learning,
for example, transfiguration can be quite disconcerting
what better a way to use my skill,
than to make an empty candy box fill
or to make a lost paper materialize,
right before my very eyes
and experience Flitwick teach me charms,
which I can use to save myself from harm
and to transform things that would make me fret
into a vacuous, unnecessary threat
but what would whip me out of shape,
would be attending Potions class, headed by Snape
no more studying history and math,
thus saving me from geometry's evil wrath
no more uniforms, no need to  be formal
I would wear a black cloak, that's far from normal
I'd send messages to my sister, using the owl post
to gloat about my wand, and a whole other host
but for now I'm going to continue to dream
hoping that Hogwarts lets you in at the age of fourteen
so that this prestigious school will send me a letter,
and my school syllabus will take a turn for the better

Haunted House

I step out of my red convertible, and scowl at my compass and map
for I seem to have lost my way completely, and landed at a desolate shack
I fearfully unlatch the creaking door, feeling like a movie star
but the sight of what lies right before me, tells me I won't get very far

It's tall, it's huge, it's double my height
with shaggy unkempt fur, blacker than night
It blends in perfectly with the haunting dark
though it's fangs are visible, more pointed than a shark's
bright, green eyes, penetrating through me
so lovely and clear, I feel a pang of jealousy
But then its mouth opens in a blood-curdling howl
I know it's motive is nothing less than foul
The hair stands straight at the back of my neck
I'm sweating all over, I must look a wreck
All of a sudden, on it's hind legs it stands
I have a vague feeling as to where it will land
I see a strange vision of the mutants in 'The Hunger Games'
praying that this horror isn't similar or the same
for if it is I could be headed for my doom
so it's crucial I escape from this room
soon

So,  cautiously away from the door I inch
hoping it's a nightmare; I give myself a pinch
It's a reflex action, I give an involuntary yelp
I'm weak and exhausted, I desperately need help
I pound up the rickety, moth-eaten stairs
my hair coming loose of its previously set layers
I bolt myself into the bathroom above
staying put until something behind gives me a shove
I can feel hot breath tickle my back
I'm unable to think, I go completely slack
I crane my neck as I look around
my jaw opens wide, but from it comes no sound
I've come to a topic I would like to evade
it has burned in my memory, although I want it to fade
After this, events passed in quite a messed-up blur
featuring floating candles, slime and disheveled fur

I flee from the 'house' leaving half my possessions behind
hoping they will seem more interesting a find
I jump into my car, and make a secret vow
to never, ever enter that shack again, at least for now
for it's adventure I love, spooks, scares and the such
and looking back, these categories had been included pretty much

Creature under the Sea

Hidden deep under the sea, swim a swarm of unique creatures,
stealthy, almost invisible, possessing many diverse features
with bell-shaped bodies, and existence aging from the Mesozoic Era,
where they drifted across currents encasing the giant land mass Pangea
even when the meteorite destroyed the land on which dinosaurs thrived,
'survival of the fittest' comes into being as this species survived
crabs, shrimp and sea plants is on what they dine,
the favorite meal of turtles (they can even eat their own kind)
appearance like that of a plastic bag, illuminating the night,
in vibrant colors of blue and pink, giving off iridescent flashes of light
living in dark, mysterious caves, miles beneath the shore,
harmless until approached or threatened- their enemy doesn't know what's in store
for their tentacles contain stinging cells that can stun or paralyze,
so its necessary to know never to judge an animal based on its size
though some can grow up to be 35 meters in either length or height,
with a stinger exponentially times more toxic than that of a cobra's bite
but they are actually very simple invertebrates (which means they lack a backbone)
with a texture and hardness exactly opposite to both metal and stone
with a primitively structured body, and a centered, indistinct mouth,

can you guess which exquisite sea animal I am talking about?