TidecallerShe calls the ocean;Tidecaller20 hours ago in Free Verse
The waves come to her.
She leaps high in the air
Which shimmers with liquid diamonds.
She dives into the depths;
Her scales sparkling;
As Tidecaller twirls and dances.
Bubbles burst from her lips in surprise,
As a curious baby seahorse twirls in front of her.
She smiles, and puts out a finger.
The tiny seahorse nickers,
And rubs her head
On Tidecaller's finger.
She darts to the mermaid's cheek,
And nuzzles her;
It tickles Tidecaller.
And tickles the little seahorse under the chin.
The baby whinnies, and does a somersault.
And twirls with glee
In the shimmering water.
The baby spins too, and somewhere,
They hear a distant neigh.
Her voices is strange in the water;
The tiny seahorse nods,
Broken HopesMother oh Mother,Broken Hopes15 hours ago in Free Verse
Were your words all a lie?,
I only wanted to get closer,
to a spirit run dry,
yet you still don't understand,
Why I want this so bad,
Oh Mother oh Mother,
Don't you wish to understand,
A girl whos beliefs differ from yours?,
She's been loyal to you,
Like a pet chained to the stearing wheel
Yet you don't let me have this one thing,
A thing important to me,
I knew I shouldn't have trusted you,
Oh Mother dear,
For you would not,
Keep a promise near,
So i remain chained,
In hidden rage and sorrow,
For a tommarow,
That will never be,
The life of a Warrior.Strike flight the white light empowers us as we fight day through night.The life of a Warrior.9 hours ago in Free Verse
We step across the line.
It separates the men.
The strong or the ill weakened mind.
Long past a push into the grind.
All of what we dug ourselves into. Too deep to fathom our returning climb.
Worthless the effort to ascend upon the throne.
A dominant warriors instance to shine.
Nurtured with founding roots. The basis in which success is defined.
A sport which breeds demons and angels corrupted and divine.
Not born into Wrestling, everything is really born when we step across that line