The Ultimate WarThere's the fightingMore Like This
And unspoken tears.
our deepest fears.
Questioning the meaning of life,
despite our strife.
Internally, a battle rages.
Battling to be,
What those around us see.
Battling to be,
Secret PlaceA secret placeMore Like This
Somewhere 'neath a tree
Smooth winds gently cleansing
Problems do not disappear
Nor does time slow it's march
Yet such things glide out of focus
Patterns in the swaying shadows
paint themselves on the ground
In this moment all that exists
The rustled grass
The gently rocking trees
You hear your name called from afar
And leave to quell their worrying
And your rest is soon forgotten
The Edge of MarsI stand on the edge of the cliff on Mars. The dark red spiked rocks at the bottom stare right back up at me as they peak through the swirling red dust that prevent me from seeing the bottom.More Like This
I traveled this far, the first human being to go to Mars, only to have my ship freaking crash. I have no way back home. I’m stuck out here with my oxygen quickly depleting. Soon I’ll be left with nothing.
I stare into the sky and pick out a star in the ever abundant sky. Once I take my picking, I name it. “Jim.” I whisper, thinking of my husband. He must be at work right now. He watched my rocket blast off, but then he went straight back to work. He probably has no idea that I’m stuck here right now while the other two members that were on the rocket were crushed from the impact of the crash.
I walk closer towards the edge so my toes are hanging off the side. I stare back up at my star. I hear the slight fizzle from the leaking oxygen; it echoes in my ears. “Jim,
The Downsides of Being an IntrovertSometimes it sucks to be more of an introvert since it'll drain your energy when you're around people for too long.More Like This
You just want to get away from everything and everyone.
Be left alone and regain your energy.
But it makes you look like a loner or a person who's not into "fun" or "getting out" all the time.
Makes you seem like you're not the type to go out and do things anytime.
Sometimes it'll make you quiet at a party, and you want to go out and have fun, but your mind isn't letting you.
It makes you more serious at times when you want to have fun with others.
But it's not your fault; you just have to regain your energy by yourself, alone, in your room.
You're an introvert, and God made you that way.
Perhaps not all people that are more introverted than extroverted are like this...
But sometimes it's just hard being different.
But this is who I am, and I was made this way for a reason.
I just have to deal with it in my own way.
Small TalkIt's dripping with logic and reasonMore Like This
the question you let gently drop
onto the table between us,
“So, tell me about your life.”
And I'm watching it carefully
telling myself it won't bite
it's more scared of me than I am
and I can capture it with glass.
And I can't rest the answer there
because it's bigger and scarier
and this one will bite will sink
will tear apart the careful stitches.
It's too big for this table
and I can't put it onto you
so it weighs heavy on my neck
and the silence stretches further.
Weaver's WebThere once was a young weaver who worked day and night at his craft. He worked so hard, in fact, that fairy-folk and elves came from surrounding villages to see him. Butterfly-lace shirts, satin vests, and skirts made from the silvered manes of unicorns- he could take any material given him and turn it into sheets of fabric, and then again into delightful garments.More Like This
At least, he liked to imagine that he could. You see, this talented, young weaver had an adventurous spirit. He never worked with the same material twice in a row, and never more than four times a month. It was too easy to get lazy that way.
So, each evening, after he'd closed his little shop, the weaver fluttered his wings and flew to the nearby forests and fields. He could lose hours there, gathering hundreds of abandoned spiderwebs and baskets upon baskets of petals and leaves.
One day, the fairy decided this was not enough. None of it. He was well-known in his part of the kingdom, yes, but royalty had never heard his n
I Won't SpeakI'm sorry; I won't speak, lestMore Like This
you know how I feel, or
feel how my heart aches,
in silence, and conceals how
much I care for you, and the
things that I go through:
should I drown in my fears, or
spill my heart to you?
Books and FirefliesBooks and fireflies light the wayMore Like This
to a new adventure every day
I turn a page and sink into a dream.
That dream will take me far away
into the dawn of a brighter day
when something happens making my eyes gleam.
Becoming the WindIn the field where I remainMore Like This
The field of ancient dreams
Grass and earth each take their part
In playing on the wind
Stand between the dark tall trees
Listen to their whispers
Feel the wind supporting me
Feel the wind encircle
Hold the black spirit of wind
Hold it in my two hands
Feel its life pulsing fiercely
Feel its beady glances
The whispers of the wise trees
Speaking in their cryptic tongue
Speaking of ages past
Come and long since forgotten
Their whispers float on wind
Around the ghosts behind me
The Untold Story of Levi WrightThe Untold Story of Levi WrightMore Like This
“We have a jumper on overpass 45.”
A nice, cool breeze blew by me, bringing the scent of a warm and damp autumn day. The cool scent of the trees changing and the damp colorful leaves slowly decaying into the moist earth below filled the air with comfort. The scent made me think. How did it feel? How did it feel to slowly decay? To fade from the vibrancy of youth to the bland color of death. How did it feel to lie down on the damp dirt and allow yourself to deteriorate? Was it peaceful? What would you think of? Who would you think of? Who would think of you?
I guess that’s how I got up on this overpass. That haunting question of how it felt to die. My mind came to just enough to listen to the frantic sounds of fear and sympathy. As stream of crimson blood ran down my right arm, dropping down to the road below, I processed what they had come to do.
The sirens had died down yet the bright flashing lights remai