The Little Girl BlinkedThe little girl blinked and he was gone
Unsure if he was ever really there
But she knew that something had inspired her
To do things she wouldn’t normally dare
A teardrop too many he once told her
Had brought him from the shadows of her mind
As those around her began to wander
Across her imagination's fine line
But now he seemed to have walked away
As she found the life she had long sought
He slowly drifted back to the shadows
From her notebook and her beautiful thoughts
And the fools around her carried the spades
Burying him with her imagination
With an epitaph etched on a tombstone
‘Here lies my potential for creation’
Though he never existed beyond her thoughts
He was as real as a chrysalis on a tree
The butterfly perhaps was her freedom
The caterpillar was her memories
But she still sees his face in the reflection
Of her brown eyes in the cracked mirror
Knowing that he is alive and well
And is always going to be with her
People never understand reality
We are just
We are out there.Through all this anarchy, a broken world and it's insanity, I walk on.We are out there.3 years ago in Spirit Day More Like This
All of these people, I will protect them from the world, I fight on.
Through this snowglobe with shattered glass, I walk on.
All of these people with shattered hearts, I fight for.
An angel, a Fallen, a masqueraded messenger with black wings.
Walking with a purpose, war, murder, I save them from these things.
My weapon is a sword of ice, bound with blue fire.
I fight to protect them, but they think me a liar.
They don't know who or what I am, and I protect them with these lies.
But they don't know this, or don't want to, that I stop their sad cries.
This Fallen with black wings, protecting you from all these things.
He is sad that you do not believe him, for his purpose is protecting.
This Reaper, protecting you, walking through the world.
He goes unnoticed, and his pleas always go unheard.
You will have no parley with liars, never to talk to them.
But what they don't realise is, he tells lies to protect them.
An ApologySorry.An Apology3 years ago in Spirit Day More Like This
I couldn't say it
right? I saw the
the baggy clothes
the short hair
(I thought you were only
like you two did sometimes,
acting more like sisters than I did with her)
the way how
when we were little
─I was seven,
Megan was four,
You were five─
you would always insist on being Peter Pan
(but always from the adaptation where
Peter was played by a girl, of course,
the really old version you liked so much)
Did you know, even then?
Because, some days, I still feel like I'm
and we're kids running around your basement,
climbing on the shelves,
jumping down quickly so we don't get
We're still running
or at least I am.
You were always the braver one,