Reality Island I was walking along the rocky shore of this foul island. The waves smell of my dreams. The waves scatter them around my feet and then take them away, constantly tormenting me. Even the winds, my last comfort, have been warded off. They refuse to give me reassurance anymore. I look up at the sky and stare. A blackened tear rolls down the side of my cheek. I wipe it before the demons hidden in the leaves come to tease me. "I hate this place," I said aloud to myself, "I just want it all to disappear!" I run off into the forest as I could hear the demons catching up to me. I look up to see cranes flying up overhead. I hear the beat of the wings and my memories sweep me up into their domain.I look down and see the island far below me and realize I have wings. The winds are weaving between my feathers and the moon was painting my white feathers a blessed, ghostly white. The ocean spray feeds my wanderlust. I laugh in glee, a strange cackle coming fr
My Halls, My StarsOff into a different worldTheir glares cannot reach me therePeople change if I will itFate hands me the penYet again I set free the trapped windsI don't bother say goodbyeReality has no grip on me when I leaveFor in my universe, I'll decide what happens nextTake my hand, I will lead you throughThe streets of Jade, the streams of liquid NightCreatures of wonder, songs of eerie beautyWalk my Halls, See my Stars, Feel the Moon-Kissed WindsCities of Possible litter my worldWhat you see, I see five times at onceEach a different set of eyesWhat world can I make this time?Grow a choice of wings and soar to a placeWhere black and white mingleEverlasting TwilightMy own Kingdom ComeTake my hand, I will lead you throughThe streets of Jade, the streams of liquid NightCreatures of wonder, songs of eerie beautyWalk my Halls, See my Stars, Feel the Moon-Kissed Winds
Pale BlessingBlack, the strength sapping kindWhen she betrayed me, knife still hangingWhen they lied to me, remorse so scarceI was always too late to say what I meantThe black flames dig at my woundsI bleed, I sigh, but my tears refuse to flowOh, to cry, to ease my weary eyesThey carry my burdens, those horribly stubborn tearsStuck in the pit, blinded by the pastI began to sink into bittersweet miseryThen a creature of a similar heartRushed to me like a pale wave of reliefHis beauty caught my eyes and ascension beganHis heavy heart and words of pure emotion grabbed meBlack and White, eyes of a wolf, and a mind of wondersA most wonderful creature indeedOut of the pit and into the sea of his red heartI walk through his castle, taking in the darkened beautyThe strings of our souls sing a similar tuneHis poetry a cool wall against embers of hateOh, that mystic being, though he may never knowMy life is with the moon when I sense his presenceOverwhelming miracle I have been blessed
Peace Peace. Everything there has a tint of peace. The jades and emeralds of the luscious grass mingled and danced as the wind flooded through them. The trees, red speckled in with the green, swayed and watched over the grass to make sure the gales played nicely. The ground curved and tumbled with a grace only the Earth could know. Harmony fed what could accept it there.As winds blow, trees sway, and blades of grass dance, a silent orchestra rings through the air. The fire of greed and the cold of sorrow cannot penetrate the soft air of the valley. Sunlight glides onto the hills and embraces the ground with a gentle warmth and glow.One heart here can hear the music, the heart of the girl sitting on the grass. Those tears she cried moments ago have vanished with her burdens. The wind jumps from the grass to caress her cheek. The trees send her some leaves, a gift only they could give. The scars she bares seem to disappear. She is far from that
To My MemoriesTo My MemoriesThe lane to my memories compels meShall I walk the path again?The Museum of my Miseries?The Gallery of my Greater Moments?I see what I've done and what I've yet to doI see how you got lost, but I waited for youI see how I still need to let goThe past miseries still hold me downOh, Museum of my MiseriesYou hold my heart's painThe source of my callusesThough you hurt, I leave your house strongerYet also...I see what I want to do, and see when I did bestI see what we created, our bottled anger laid to restI see some moments are worth itEven if my greater moments don't lastOh, Gallery of my Greater MomentsYou hold my heart's reliefThe source of my mustard seedThough you don't leave me stronger, I leave encouragedThe lane ends, reality awaitsOne last sigh, one last good byeI walk again with reality like we're bitter friends.
Dear DadChild sits down, looking out the windowEyes in search for his returnShe looks away for just a momentthen hears the car door slamShe runs to the door, joy in her heart"Daddy!" she screams, jumping up and downHe walks in, eyes weary, unhappyDad needs alone time, the Child seesLittle eyes look up to youHow could you ignore them?Your work is hard, Child knowsAll she wants is you attention, your loveIf only for a minuteTeenager sits at her desk, hears other kids"Dad took me hunting!" "Dad and I had a great time!"Teenager hides the tears of envyTeenager didn't know dads spent time with their childrenTeenager hears the car door slam,Hears her sisters run to the doorDad walks in, tired and soreDad needs more alone timeMany eyes look up to youHow could you ignore them?The time you had rarely given to usYour work is hard, Teenager knowsAll she wants is attention, acknowledgementIf only for a momentGirl tries to move onGirl doesn't have a choiceFather-figure lackingA