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Beautiful DreamIt starts as a
blank slate behind
Then you're up
in the sky
You're sitting on
a boulder, in the forest
watching a stream
You're pouring over
a large tome of magic
Your torch luminates
the dark tunnel as
it yawns before you
Bubbles dance around
your head as you
swim deeper in the water
The moonlight shines
on your love's face
as they confess their feelings
And you know
when you wake up
it will all be a beautiful dream
Battle of MathThe teacher walks around
handing out the dreaded
The packet flutters in front
of you, taunting you
You catch it, determined
to prove that you're
Equations and numbers
stare at you
You pick up a pencil
sharpened to a razor point
ready to fight
The first problem flies by
The smug warrior rises
The battle rages on
slowly but surely
you go on
Then you come to
that one problem
harder then all
The problem and the warrior
push against each other
Pencil and numbers
Then the teacher calls out
"Times up! Hand in your
The warrior's blade falls
he lands on his knees
Your feet drag you
to the teacher
The test is passed in
that one problem
ConfessionSo many languages to say it
So many ways to show it
Something simple to say
Yet hard to say
Something everyone wants
Yet is never said
I guess what I'm
Trying to say is,
I love you
The ForestThe tall trees loom over me and reach high
to touch the sun
The ground crunches beneath my feet
as they trod upon the dry leaves of oaks
The wind whistles through my hair
telling what to do
The people who reside here hide from
the hunters who kill them for sport
The wolves who live here are my friends
We live as a family
I'm not a city girl
I'm not a country girl
I'm a wolf girl!
The Path to DarknessNothing can be seen
the only way to see
what's there is to go forward
Blackness is all I see
but I go forward
to find what's there
People rarely go down this way
they're afraid of what
is there in the blackness
I'm not afraid of what's there
people are afraid of me too
because they know
I walk the path to darkness
WritingWhy can't life be as easy
as writing a poem or story
My mind cannot fathom the
way numbers and equations work
Government and laws leave
me down in the dust
I cannot hold my stomach
when discecting a pig
Ask me the laws of physics
and you get a blank look
My fingers don't move to
construct a robot
I don't last long
Making an essay
is dull to me
When it comes to creative writing
I preak up and my mind begins to run
Plots, characters, settings
run rampent in my eyes
You know what
I just got inspired
Excuse me while
I go write
Sonnet IIIWhat a woeful waste of time she said
As she grimaced at my youthful verse,
Foolish is the work that forgets the purse
For every man ought to earn his bread,
And saying no more she quietly fled
Away from my pen's impalpable curse,
For when my mind in muses did immerse
Alas! I confess she was to me; dead.
While her beauty was still untouched by time,
The years would in time play their timeless part,
And how cruel be I to love her prime
And upon its ruin, listlessly restart,
Instead I dwell upon the ageless rhyme
For this airy heart belongs to the art.
Is it meaningful
Is it unconditional
Or are there strings attached?
Is it physical
Is it fear
Is it bestowed
Or is it found?
Is it useless
What Can You Do?"What can you do, oh, what can you do?
When the entire world has turned against you?
When all hope seems to disappear?
Can you tell me what to do here?
When all hope is lost, and the good times fade,
When good memories and smiles die away.
What can you do, oh, what can you do?
To help me, somehow, make a breakthrough?"
"Thinking dark thoughts will get you nowhere,
If you do think dark thoughts, then you'd best beware.
To ruin one life, you ruin countless others'
And you'll be the one who is 'under the covers'.
So remember this when going through life,
At the end of a tunnel, there is always a light.
And whenever you're feeling very sad or blue,
Remembering this is what you can do"
Sonnet IVOh conceded Lover I write to thee,
Though to thou in words I shall be no more.
What I lost in love, thou hast lost in me,
For I lost thine act, and thou, my adore.
While thou hast gained another's love, anon,
And cast away thine hollow yesterdays,
Mine love, sworn to the yonder morrows-- gone!--
Still looks thither with False Hope's hopeful gaze.
Alas! Albeit these incomplete dreams
I thank thee for its wondrous prelude,
Now my quill covets for other themes
Which upon thy coming grew accrued.
Had our love endured, I'd remove thy guise,
And thou, in my sonnet, immortalize.
Reaching Out.I'm reaching out with my hands
Expecting you my love to embrace me,
But when I close my hand and see that you
Have not yet grasped on,
With every time I open my hand
To this painful empty feeling,
It tears this hole in my heart open
Letting it fill in with sadness,
And letting it become deeper.
So I let my nails grow out
Not expecting for anyone to latch on,
Continuing to grasp this desolate air
I find my self falling down in despair,
But then I see you reaching out
To grab my lonely hand out from the dark,
But alas I cut you,
I lost the sense of caring,
My nails and my heart,
Have become too sharp for this hand to hold on.
MelodyInside of us is a melody,
it's inside the hearts of you and me.
Although sometimes it's quiet and tender,
our melody is a soft, friendly reminder.
The sound inside of everyone,
will be a bind that can't be undone.
It's a note that connects with each other,
its a mark of acceptance towards one another.
We will all be heard eventually,
sometimes it's you, and sometimes it's me.
The melody inside of our body, our hearts,
is what keeps us from staying apart.
It is the sound of our sadness and fear,
but it's also the sound of the smiles you smile here.
It is the words that stay unspoken,
it is the reason some hearts are broken.
But if you listen, just listen closely,
I'm sure you can hear your melody.
Hear the thoughts that you think inside,
hear the feelings that you want to hide.
Understand yourself just a little be more,
open up that heavy closed door.
Our melody plays steady and neat,
it's a beauty that no one can beat.
Our melody is a song for ourselves,
it reminds us of our good healt
Writer ImmortalI dream to be remembered,
Recalled for the beauty of my soul bonded into the pages.
Infused into the worded ink that is my lifeblood.
I aspire for my emotions wrapped between the covers to be unravelled by curious minds.
To share with them the world I had conceived, beckoning adventure and igniting romance.
I strive for the writer's victory of making a story resonate in people's hearts.
Hoping that my words will echo through the world, changing people, comforting lives.
One day I hope, when I'm dead and gone,
a piece of me will be sitting on the shelves of my beloved kindred spirits,
waiting to be opened again, like a reunion between old friends,
where we shall reminisce of those vibrant moments where we both smiled and cried.
Tattered or new, patiently waiting to be discovered or found once again.
And forever shall I remain in this world, remembered for what I have done,
through the actions of the characters that shall shine on without me.
I Am a WriterI am a writer.
Yes, it’s easy for me to fall into a dream.
But there is nothing wrong with being tighter
With a story’s theme.
I am a writer.
That is all I will ever want to be
In the end, my story will be lighter,
And my characters will finally be free.
I am a writer.
There is nothing easier to say than that.
I will never let a story wither
Nor let a story fall flat
I am a soon to be author.
With several books ready to be read,
I want them to have great honor
And wish there will be tears shed.
PleaseI want you to love me
A little like I love you.
Like lovers kissing
For the first time that
It sets the world on fire.
And I plan to burn down
With it because I keep failing
To realize that I'm more than
Just a body for you to touch,
A body for you to hold.
You arms around my ribs
Makes me feel so fragile,
But so safe that I could not
Possibly break while you
And I can feel you hand slipping
From mine even though I beg
You to stay because I hate
The word goodbye and how
You look as you walk away.
I want you to remember me
When you arrive.
And I want you to remember me
When you leave me behind.
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