fantasy
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They've given up on me
And I on them
Ordering my days by
How to best pretend
We stand a chance
Selfishly numbing what
I can't takeOf their circumstance
Where blue apples are growing,Brown apparel is shrouded.And there's shrubbery for a mile swelling,With sinister graves divided.
When I was eight I thought I'd be a princess and happy by now.
Shouldn't I have subjects here to curtsey, kneel, and bow?
I still don't have my mermaid tail or shiny fairy wings.
Ezekiel’s wheel turned ‘round and ‘round Fiery ball above the groundOut stepped a man to his surpriseSkin of bronze with fiery eyesHe uttered not a sound nor even a wordEzekiel understood and also heardInto the wheel spin and flyPenetrating the de
Ghosts, spirits, and souls are online
Do we all have limbs to make the net happen?
Heaven and hell, at their heels and flight, saving the line
Once the Poet is done psychically with his or her craft
With the vernacular of his or her masterpieces
It’s the role of the readers to add mentally missing pieces
Her sweet perfume dancing through the air
Face frozen and eyes dazed by the movement of her hair,
Back and forth in a smooth swift motion.
Each step was with such grace it caused a commotion
Self-imprisonment
Is the worst form
Of punishment
Still, it is not out of the norm
There was this one knock at the door and I knew who it was,
I knew it was him on the door,
Happiness, excitment, nervousness everything rushed inside me,
I wanted to run towards him but I stopped myself,
A daughter and heiress, Gracefully radiant in her chamber.Recklessly entertaining a new suitor,Loveless joy with heavy breath,The moonlit night air cooling against sweat covered skin.
Farbe ist unwesentblich
Für Mich
Es ist die natürliche Schönheit
Was ist absolut
Schillernd und wichtig
Für Mich
how do you stop a feeling
how do you stop the dream …
by ruining all your fantasies
making them be a reality
then you get a new dream
Climbing high
falling down
next to a window
old, gray, dusty and cracked
Peering through
Darkness
Moving on through the clouds
Never ending journey
Passing wonderous and exciting sights
When you look into her eyes
Trying to find whatever lies
Behind those dark stares,
Under that cold skin of hers,
Beneath the crown she had worn,
All you can do is fantasize:
What would it be like,
HAPPY ENDING
I have so many stories to tell
Are you about ready to
Trade those places with me
A long visit to where my
My stories greatly entails
When you open every chapter
To what my story unfurl
Lying on the floor
My hands wrapped around my throat
Face rapidly red
Tears flowing a watery blue
Heart is nonstop pacing
Sickened of you
I don't know what it is I'm trying to do
If objects had a voice, what would they say?
"I'll be your friend, don't send me away;
I'll keep your secret,
No need to regret;
I'll listen to you patiently,
Will hide your tears in me, constantly;
Nightfall,
and with it an ominous chill,
then fear,
overpowering...
You hear the hoot of an owl,
smell woodsmoke,
see a cabin- there, in the clearing-
and you think, humans?
Auburn tressed,
( though I'm no
Shannon or Colleen)
circumstances
have made my home
the desert...
arid,
though never
barren
I have learned
of its
bounty...
Still,
There’s a bar in the mojave desert.
Most don't know how to get there,
Only hearing the mutters of instructions from drunken strangers,
But they all have same eyes,
Dragons and caverns and castles that loom,
Fairies and goblins and forests of doom,
Warriors with spears and and joy in their hearts,
Wizards with wands and tales of far parts,
At times,
it can be preferable,
profitable
( if only for
a pschological
flowering)
to leave behind
the rational
and abandon the secure,
the known.
Stepping into
And what is this-
the stuff of dreams?
Is it a gateway
to the subconscious
as we've been told
or merely a jumbling
of thoughts and images-
some indecipherable,
nocturnal unraveling
If I could-
I would
change the world
and make it kinder,
more just
- a world of peace...
but I am not God,
possess no miracles-
still,
I'd aim high...
If only I could,
Once a star exploded,
kicked a planet into space,
eons untold it wandered
with no sun to warm its face.
In a winding mountain valley,
in a bed of frozen stone,
lay a Weary River,
Had I the voice-
( the opportunity of course)
and belonged to another era...
to have become a torch
singer,
melancholy,
pathos my song-
a diva of pain
draped in pearls,
satin
All of creation
holds
an abundance of
gorgeous gifts-
an overflow of magical
exuberance-
none are foremost
though some are special.
And so it is
with these givers of
solace and
Coleceanth
Have you seen the rain at night
Lumined down by city light?
It pounds upon the asphalt here
Makes fountains clear as crystal tear.
Here lies a prince from Spain
Who always were an armor of pure black.
With mind and heart fully intact,
He took the chance to first attack.
Grinding my hips to the bass
Belly dance life
Deldictate Rose's gentle unravel within my fingers
Drying out
Time in work pays off
Dragon breath exhale the bliss high of
See my memories of my grandma’s kitchen is not like that of yours
It didn’t smell like lavender or fresh lemon detergent
It's been too long since I wrote an actual poem.
Phrases, lyrics, verses, whatever they're called, they just don't
come to me like they use to anymore.
Burdens, mistakes, curses, whatever my excuse is,
I went to play on my swingset
Only to realize I was too big
The memories my siblings and I had made
Slowly rusted away
I touched each chain on the tire
I whispered the secrets we shared
There was a butterfly
blue as it can be.
The butterfly flew past me
but I did not see the wing.
It landed on the shell
looking colorful to me.
Let us dance in revelry,
Chalices to our lips.
Immemorial, the fountain,
From which springs forth the nectar of ages.
The clock frozen,
I walk on the dark moors
and dance with the wolves.
I don't want to go home,
where reality rules.
my fingers are crossed.
a sword in my hand.
my soul will fight,
to stay in this land.
it started so sweet,
i actually thought you cared about me.
but now i see these were things you wanted me to believe
we were living in a fantasy, a world of make believe
full of smiles and laughter,
The daytime dreamer is always so beautifully alive
in her mind.
But, she looks so cold -
on the outside; like an aged book
with a cracked spine.
The white pawn
Forever loyal on bended knee
Sacrificed right to be free
But he fights doubts dusk till dawn
Ink on a page
Filled with color
Lines of stories never told
Sequences of secrets
Never unfold
People never breathed into creation
The dreamer of dreams
A sad tale indeed
Got lost inside
Her own fantasy
There was no escape
For she'd lost her way
With no one to guide her
She was there to stay
There is to be
We met in the stars.
The moon, acted as our spotlight as it shown our silhouettes waltzing alone
For on that glorious night, there were no sin to atone.
We create the worlds we want to live in because Reality isn't good enough for us, but what we never realize is:
When I was 4 years old, I had a dream that I was caught up in a net hanging from the mast of the Jolly Roger.
A wealthy kingdom fights no war.
The princess is inside her room;
The king is dead there on the floor.
No one could have foretold the doom
Last night,
I lost my left sock
and chased it through the dryer
to a land with luxury tax
Don't wake me
I still want to be with my shady tree
I still want to drown in my fantasy
Feeling weightless, feeling free
It's a place I could be me
Don't wake me
Pour your heart out, bloody my hands
caught red-handed in this wonderland
selling fleeting feelings feigning meaning
seeking depth in tides receding
retrieving flotsom junk upon the shore
As you sit there with the company of one
The creature of the Hudson River is waiting for you
The sky is clear, the clouds confess they are gone
Atlas fades on stormy days
A tortured burden he must bear
But now the birds of song are gone
Descending the depths of despair
Once Upon A Time...
Forget us now each time we sleep,
An endless curse amongst us creeps,
You alone should break the spell
return us to from which we fell
With a body bornFrom trees, her gargantuanFigure, barragesThrough Forests, as she pursuesThis man, that tried to slay her
Her white Silhouette,Weaves through weeping, tangled trees,Of this once thrivingMarshland, as her screeching wails,Bear this man's, looming death
Wanna know how many dudes I’ve banged?
well sit down take a biopsy of
the inner walls of my blood pumper my blood thumper wait
what do you see? oh I know
little tiny letters that read
“we’re sorry for the…”
Honeysuckle blossoms whisper sweet lies while firefly pixies tipsy on nectar eavesdrop.
Trnslucent orbs of dew cling to the petals of roses and blades of lush grass hoping to steal the reflection
There you are
where I could always admire from afar
See your light, Its radiant colors
Melting into the ocean waters
Here I am
The Dragons, they soaredAbove Mountains, through cloudsEach guarded a hoardClaws sharp, and teeth baredThey’d fight to the deathProtecting what they treasured most
While You humping and bumping the pussy
In the bed, trying to keep the same sensation of getting some head
The sunsets as the night gives birth to the cursed red moon and the ground quakes as the forbidden kingdom awakes.
The river begins to flow with its red glow as we hail the forgotten king.
I look into his eyes and
See a fantasy world.
Filled with unique colors...
Colors not yet identified.
Shy sparks of blue
Hide beneath his smile.
They light up the sky
you said you understood me;
you said once, that you cared.
you said the sky was my destiny.
and the stars, a crown in my hair.
you told me once, you loved me.
to the world it was declared.
Once upon a time, queerness was considered a crime
Rainbows and queer knowledge was forbidden
However, no one saw what was coming at the time
A queer teen did not expect what was about to be given
Once upon a time
Not long ago
As Snow White listened to the chime
She thought all I want to be is a hoe
Her wicked step mother kept her in chains
It was quite late at night.
A fire lit up the house.
My sister, called Snow White,
Embroidered Mama’s blouse.
The stitches were of blooms:
Some white, the others red.
I sat, using the loom,
She is twelve when they lock her away,
Too old to truly be a child
And too young to have her own say.
She needs protection, they’ve sworn
For assassins stalk her in the night
And thieves in the morn.
Three Billy Goats wish to cross a bridge,
Where the water laps violently
Under a ridge.
The bridge is quite dangerous,
It is guarded by a troll.
Ravenous, uncouth fillled with rage
On a low-lit night sprawled and lost
Stands a king to be, panicked, distraught
Soaring with disgust at fates new page
The new king he must be, a king this dawn
Little Red and the Wolf
Once upon a time
somewhere far, far in the woods
there lived a little Girl in Red
who was raised to be "good".
How good?
Very good.
It was like he was age ten again,
Tired from an outdoor adventure, having fallen asleep,
And, after a brief jostle in which Father
Picked him up to put to bed,
He was drowning
In warmth and happiness.
Once upon a -
Ugh! You know how that goes:
"A princess finds her true love,"
In one day...gross.
No one ever stops to ponder
The "antagonist" if you will.
Our stories are stronger
Soft lips,
Soft hair.
Gentle eyes,
Gentle stare.
The tug of his smiles, which I saw only few;
The drips down my face now common as morning dew.
I long for one's fingertips to brush my own,
There are bulldozers on the moon
run by burly men.
They dig through the translucent flesh
pulling up marshmallows
and leaving pools of caked blood.
From down here they form a rabbit
Once upon a time, there lived a fairy godmother. She spent her whole life granting wishes to unfortunate girls. She would hear their pleas alwyas at night, keeping her up, fufilling their wishes one by one.
There was once a time in a far off place
A town sat about a strange, but not unfamiliar, monolith
Stood there a palace built on hate and waste
You've heard a few stories,
or must've heard one
Of princess,
of prince,
Of aloft humpty dum?
Or jack who took Jilly
too far down the hill,
And lo
They remain
There once was a lonely Giant
Who hated all others, he said
He would let no one live with him
He sought no-one’s company
Who hated all others, he said
Once there was a little girl
Whose cloak flowed down in red
Carrying for her grandmother
Soups and fresh baked bread
‘Fore she left her mother's house
Snow White doesn't stay in a house.
She doesn't depend on a variety of dwarves who grump about.
She goes outside.
The shoe
didn’t fit.
The disappointed woman
trudged away,
sulking, and
disappearing into the
circle of curious townsfolk
Cinderella,
met a lame fella,
who couldn’t remember her face.
He relied on a shoe,
to find you know who…
What a disgrace!
Poor Cinderella didn’t know,
Born with blood royal
And blessed with fairy wishes,
A young girl was to grow into a lovely woman
But was tainted with one’s cursed kisses.
No matter the spoils or words of roses
once upon a time with a happy endingbut Disney is misleading with this nonsenseall these little lost princesses waiting for a prince So here's a new one for youa strong female heroine busting out on the scene no need for some dopey princebecaus
once upon a time with a happy endingbut Disney is misleading with this nonsenseall these little lost princesses waiting for a prince So here's a new one for youa strong female heroine busting out on the scene no need for some dopey princebecause
Cinderella danced away,
but no one would come her way.
Her sisters watched and laughed in pain,
while sipping fancy champagne.
No beautiful flowy gown
or exquisite glass slipper,
Once upon a time,
or once upon a rhyme,
there was a girl in a shining tower.
Locked up all alone,
a truly terrible home,
controlled by a witch's power.
When out of the blue there came a prince,
Your voice is one of the most powerful instruments you are born with,
It has both ended wars and started them all with a flick of a tongue.
It conveys our emotions and sings our songs.
fly into your honey, free
does your soul rest with the trees
can you hear the fairy angels calling, whispering to me
I am 1nce up on my time I come to earth I offer rhymes
“You see I haven’t a clue.
For a rabbit, that’s nothing new.
It’s plainly clear
In here, my dear,
We’re crazy, but how do you do?
"Once upon a time" goes the story
But I can't help but find it boring
Because it's filled with heteronormies
And no representation for me.
I want to read one where the princess
They called me a monster,
They called me a witch.
They called me a hypocrite,
A bully, a snitch.
They called her beautiful,
A sight to be seen.
More beautiful than any,
drenched in her own sinful passionsthe moonlight caresses her silky curvesas she dances with reckless abandonher bare feet carrying ancient tattoossymbols of long forgotten midnight rituals
She always looked to the surface to see boats pass by.
She claimed her love for humans is mere curiosity,
Her father knew that this was an obsession.
He warned her to never go to the surface,
Her hair lights
At a song for healing
For use after fights
Soon she is reeling
"Don't touch" she begs
But they were so in love
She pushes and pulls
She hits and sends them above
Clock strikes twelve
Gorgeous prince dwells
Fair maiden is locked in cell
Lovers meet and step-mom lets out a yell
Someone rings the bells
To travel, and see the world
sounds like a dream
a life of excitment and twists and turns
floating from place to place
with no permanent home.
My fairy tale,
is to be a dollar.
Cold and wet. Grey pallid stone that is hard and exact. A glimmer, sheen, reflecting refraction of light shines off of a blade.
He is a king. No, a boy. Not yet a king. Not a man.
They say a monster lives there, a ferocious beast,
Of course no one has seen him, not in the least.
But I want to know the truth, I want to see,
So into the darkness, into the castle, I must flee.
Once upon a time,
All the stories and nursery rhymes
floated through the air,
filling the room with magic and hope.
Back when we were innocent,
and didn't know
that that isn't how the world works.
I’m imagining a sky,
A sky full of lust and desire,
Clouded by the very lies that resurface,
Each night in your eyes as you rise, under the starry night sky.
From your bed and into the stars,
He wasn't a prince nor that of any talent,
And his hands were calloused with age and smoke.
Not a scholar, but he is now gallant.
His love for her awoke when under night's cloak.
Little bird in the cage, why are you sad?
Your cage is safe, your cage is sturdy.
There isn't anything to worry.
Little bird in the cage, what are you doing?
There's no need to fuss, stay inside
Let’s get one thing straight, I am not Alice.
My Wonderland and her’s are different things;
Her’s had talking animals and malice,
Mine has a dissimilar kind of beings.
I wonder if somewhere
There's a respository of dreams
Maybe I could go there
And find some of them again
Spiraling twists of hope
The nonexistent roof of imagination
So quick and deft
A sword so smooth
And arms so strong
Holding it high
Swinging it low
A glimmer of color
In her eyes
Well this is odd
This funny little fog
It came outta nowhere
I don’t think it’s a nightmare
But I’m slower than I wanna be
What makes me feel good?
Is it the feel of someone close to me?
Or is it the perfect weather or autumn?
What makes me feel good?
Welcome to my wonderland,
My world of make- believe,
Where everything is perfect,
And nothing ever hurts me.
Welcome to the dream world,
Where nothing is ever real,
As we fly around Neverland,
So long ago
In the snow
The row of faces
The cheerful row
The stamping horses
My calvary
Brought the forces
To foe's fallacy
With judgement's reign
Our arrows aflame
In the dreary nights
Dark forests home
Cold woods in the night
No rest, alone
The regret, it bites
Heavy like stone
To the dreary plight
I now succumb
So dank to drink
Everyone and everything here is old; archaic.The new things and people are but copies of generations before.Arranged a little differently, perhaps.They are restored classics; cliché- yet contemporary; chic.
The Greatest Joy in The World
Sweet & Serene not wild
Makes one’s heart Melt
Never Sour Never Mild
True Love through fire Purified
Walking down Eastlands in Nairobi with my head bowed and my hands pocketed at 3am has always been such a beautiful thing to me.
Through his eyes,
I see the lightening hot streaks of the soulless metallic demons weapons as they rain down death from the dark crimson skies.
Please go away
You've had your chance
I don't want you to stay
I'm in a hazy trance
I know how I am
To be honest
I can be kind
I can be sweet
I can be the greatest friend
From between the tangled legs of the trees
A thousand leagues buried in the oyster of the Earth
Lay it's pearl, entombed in the roots of the ancient wood
And one day it was alive.
Music is powerful.
With it,
nothing cannot be achieved.
Even when trapped on a
deserted island,
an iPod full of music
can become a vehicle
for the mind's eye.
As the boats in the harbor relinquish their sails
And the ebb and flow caresses the shales
The waxy moon ascends the skies
So mermen and women can close their eyes
My collection of princesses who trained with dragons
Of scripts containing midnight thieves like me
My collection grows with each passing day, it grows and contorts
Empires rise and fall
Yet I Dream
Inventions are built from the dreams I send
I still wander in my world I painted
What do I dream I do not know
A world of intrigue, the gateway to unimaginable things,
blue speckled plums and fairies with dusted wings
foxes with three eyes
furry creatures found in the dark reaches of caves.
mirror mirror, what do you see?
some hidden power buried deep?
or are the scars all that you see?
like the others who don't see me.
I am not Scars but I'm not free
i wake up to pale sunlightfiltering through my pink curtainsstaining my eyelids a sleepy rosemy fingers wander to my bed framesmooth and white, embellished with seashells
She stands, with all her beauty and graceRemnants of an ageless face,A surviving trace of a forgotten fight,Hidden from it in a sheltered life.
5 fantasies fuel my fascination
4 familiar fears fixated on my faults
3 thoughts that thirst for thrills
2 talents taking time to transform into
1 soul that is mine to claim
In my dreams
I stand before a wall
of perfectly aged stone
That crumbles at the mere touch.
Inside lies a more perfect beauty-
The city within.
I stumble up the grand, weathered steps
A meadow so quiet you can hear each snowflake
land, as it hits the crisp glistening snow top.
A sky so clear even the stars
reflect off the blurry ground
It was a warm, summer night in the small town of Framlingham, Suffolk. All was quiet, with empty streets and a gentle breeze, except for a small house on the edge of the town, with a small light from the second floor window.
Imagine this huge castle- and in this castle, you’re the king. Or a queen or whatever. But there’s nobody to serve you- and yet you’re happy to be alone and rule a world entirely your own.
"Where are you going? Where have you been?
Nighttime's dark but mornings grim
Hurry where you're headed, forget all that you've seen
The past is inescapeable, the future's just a dream"
Curious NaturesIn a more weak world the most aggressive advantagesdon't always deal in what is referred to as "fair consequence."
It was nearly nightfall; sky darkened by the clouds that promised rain
But I had been chosen to go through Canyon of Monsters to prove my bravery
I sat quietly outside idling by, when the image of a woman caught my eye.
My eyes fixated on her dark orange dress with a skirt that went just past her knees; not such beauty has any man ever seen.
A killer of beasts
Thats what I am.
A soldier of God.
He has chosen me
to destroy the Evil.
All of the weak;
a suffering man.
the devil persists,
but I am to protect
Fluorescent trees, strain my eyes
In the brilliance of the dazzle
of your incandescent light
You hum a tune, on brisk radiant night
A night with starry wonders
When Mother sent me out to playJust in the garden there,I saw a flower in the bedA crimson rose of deepest redI drew my sword, beware.Imagine now Red Dragon’s glareHis eyes sun fire hot,
The ants go marching one by one,
Green crickets chirping crudely.
The picnic basket weaved of brown,
The footprint of the giant,
The soft tear marks of his weeping.
If I could stay up for 30 hours straight,
I'd like to float in outer space,
Around the revolving Earth below,
I'd watch the sunlight scatter into darkness,
Along the racing photon beams,
When she asked me
what love meant
I laughed and laughed and laughed and laughed
and cried suddenly.
The memories were stinging and burning and itching
and searing and lightly seasoned with salt and vinegar.
Night crawlers on the roof
Walking around going, who who
White faces smiling at you
Tapping the window, who who
Something is scratching the door
Let me in, who who
My mother is weak
And I cannot stand it
She is feeble, stupid, and plain
Who are you?
And where is the woman that I once knew?
You’re a weakling, darling
A scaredy little ghost
Art, music, a bizarre half-baked guess
The most random thoughts I think –
The strangest “what ifs” jumbled in a mess.
They tend to come in a blink.
If the thought inspires me,
I had a dream-
Of a bright world,
And a bright smile,
And dreamy eyes.
But that would not be the case today.
Because I ventured away then,
Darker into this place.
Where things deemed scary,
In my fantasy I can do anythingI dream, I fly, and soar through the skyThat twinkles with the mesmerising stars of the universe
If you should walk at night when
The Moon wears her charcoal mask
Hide under lamplight or you shall be
Snatched away by the Crimson Flabbergast
A wraith forged of screaming shadows
A narrow mind needs not to dream
And I want a dreamer to dream with me.
So, before we part, it's this you must know:
You were a fanciful one, as far as dreams go.
The princess dances, draped in all the world's white:
white shoes, white fan, white skirt and train,
With wings on her feet and sun filled clouds in her mind
The little girl smiled so the flowers bloomed
And the pixies came out to play
Nightingales sang and crickets played
Shy gnomes giggled
I pieced together the clouds in the sky
and they were so perfect
God asked me to paint the night
So many stars, I broke the sky
I broke the sky
Deep misunderstanding
Radiating from within a dark and shadowed past.
Amazing abilities and all around amazing attributes.
Gone for the light of day
On and on the horrific ledgends go.
Fantasy
Surreal, Whimsical
Frollicing, Flying, Dreaming
Fun all day and all play, No fun and all work
This darkness my mother
My coffin her womb
This lifetime a funeral
Eternity my tomb
Like the full moon amidst the night
I am darkness hiding in plain sight
Your scent reminds me of blossoms
Your smile is the light of my mood
Possibly seeing myself in your eyes
That swift touch like heavens bliss
Treasuring those senses
For those smell, sight, and touch
What have I done oh what have I done.
Murmors of fear,
Stabs of cold,
Neverending hate.
Oh what have I done?
She was nothing to me.
I acted out of anger, I acted for pation.
Wander,
Like the care-free birds in the sky.
Waddle,
Like the plethora of penguins in the ice.
Swim,
Like the dolphins whose life depends on water.
Survive,
Read, Read
Books build the mind
English teachers and adults
pound that from day one
then they say
-wait, woah
not those books
you want to read these
not those
We wondered through the silent pines
Stepping over shrouded roots
That intertwine under the earth
We could too if we choose
Do you know how you move me?
Do I trust those two hands?
Quel night, those timber windy woods and plains of shushing grasses
The sky is very still while the earth slowly passes.
Nothing stirs, no bird nor bear, across the country’s dim
The monster inside me is winning. I tried to hold it off for so long. My strength is winding down. This battle is won. I am messing with love. You love her, and I cannot control that.
Broken roads engulfed with rubble
A heart apiece, blind eyes focusing
Who can stand to face the trouble
The hearts that burn, spurned
Eager to face another day, wanting
Black as night
Cold as ice
Is the recipe for disaster, word of the wise
It holds no memory and love is blind
Heart of stone, leaves no thought
It is alone
When all hope is lost
The key falls into my hand.
The door opens.
Piercing noises around me
Subside.
I have to hide, before they take me back.
I run
Into a never ending hall of doors
Leading to infinite worlds.
Eyes. There were six of them, green, blue, brown, and lavender. Now, why were they hovering? The lights were too bright to cast shadows, so why was there a lack of bodies to these eyes?
There stood a little girl,
Upon her royal parent's balcony,
Watching not her parents but an earl.
The earl was young and handsome unlike the others.
Dragons,
You know;
Fire out the mouth
Screaming for their house
Scales covering scales;
Fire breathing dragons.
You can mess with one;
But good luck.
When you laugh from afar,
I have no choice but to wonder who made you do so.
I grow envious of that person,
Whoever it may be,
An elf needs a place to strive.The enormous trees that cover the land hold so much importance for the elf, A helping hand.
i am but a dream to you
And in this I am shattered
Something you can manipulate
Into pieces until i am tattered.
We have forces, you and i
separating dark from light
though i stand with open arms
All asleep in their own beds,
Humans really do not know
What wonder lurks inside their house.
Shadows! Dancing, to and fro.
When humans turn down their lights,
Shadows seem to disappear.
My imagination is sparked with the words of a band.
I'm lacking in musical talent, but I wish to wield words!
Writing fiction, now there's an idea!
Am I good enough? Can I break this overwhelming monotony called life?
'Dye your hair, change your name,
Get a job and play their game.
Learn to drive, get a degree.
If you're kicked from the cage, are you truly free?
Don't talk too much, don't be so shy,
She was built of fantasy,
Of words and lyrics and prose.
She spent life dreaming
And never arose.
Her family told her
She was taking too big a chance.
If she jumped, she would fall,
I push back the clothes in my closet, trying to find a wall – hoping that I don’t.
I hope another world exists back there
Maybe better than our own
Narnia or Never-Never land or any other land I wish
Goodmorning darlin'
Sing me the story of our lives.
Look at me again the way that you did
When our eyes were new.
Let yourself go with me again
With that dazed wonder of new love.
windchimes illuminate the dim landscape before me as the door swings wide,
welcoming me back.
that familiar smell:
must from years of intellectual neglect,
moth eaten pages and worn out couch cushions.
When I was at the age
of younger than I am now
I would take hold
of my bedroom door knob
then hope, wish, and pray
That when I swung it open
I would be in another world
I did dream
Don't leave.
Just don't.
Stay close to me.
Be patient and gentle,
then you'll see.
Get to know me.
I have layers upon layers
of thought spent on who I am.
There's contradictions.
Rivulets
running down the side of your lips.
White eyelets
yellowed/fraying at the tips.
Loud starlets
clawing at the rim--one more sip.
Dimly lit
can you hear thunder shoving ribs?
Hark!
Do you perceive
filled to the brim with joy
attentive to the music of the fey?
The way the trees whisper amongst each other,
the way the wind whistles in harmony,
the crickets titter in tune,
Welcome to this place of mine
My Nightmare
My Wonderland
Here is where I spend my days
Without a Care
Without a Friend
Everything is an illusion
Sound and Sight
Frame of Mind
In the wide world of Cibtravay
Next to the sea of Wehclarah lay
The nation of Pixies in the Valley of Winds
Nestled in the sheer cliffs of the mountains
My heart belongs to the boy in the sky
In his magical castle way up high
He took my arm one dreary day
And lead me to a world not so far away
A place where I was free of cares
Sitting under a starry sky with a fallen tree giving comfort, I watch the jet black sky as the stars come in one by one. A peaceful breeze aids the falling stars that cross the sky.
If I knew magic, cooking would be quite fine
I snap my fingers once, and the ingredients are combined
If I knew magic, traffic would be a breeze
All the cars would disappear, only green lights I would need
Light and Dark walked together one cold winter's night
under the shining face of the moon, full and bright.
On this night they could walk arm in arm
As old comrades might, forgetting their differences.
Somewhere in the land of Gray
There was a girl, whose name was Kay
Kay was smart, Kay was beautiful
Most of all, Kay was truthful
A dreamer in the best of ways
In her head spent most her days
Rise oh bird of fire,
Rise from your nest,
For there is a cry for help abroad.
Fly with your wings of flames
Through the blackening sky
Burn the clouds,
With the tips of your fiery feathers.
At seventeen,I am reading the same stories I did at ten:Tamora Pierce, Phillip Pullman, Rick Riordan, Kristen Cashore-and the list goes on.Rented from school libraries and Sulzer regional
I don’t really know him
He really don’t know me,
Took time to get to know each other
slowly but gradually.
(Fantasy, can you picture us with a family)?
Head in the clouds
Body on the ground,
Imagination is endless
The world is my playground.
The place in which I live
Where fairy tales are true,
Is a secret I can't give
His eyes rose to her at once:
a girl his age, towering over him,
ox-wide and fair-haired,
a model for that opera about rings.
Northern lights trickled
from wounds beside her temples.
Worlds grow,
Budding behind unfiltered eyes,
Breaking from tradition.
Christened creativity,
In actuality,
Unrealized forms of magic.
The potential,
As I sit on the cool beach sand, my toes greet the brisk lake water. I close my eyes while I breathe in the crisp, clean, morning air, as I search for the light through the thick early fog. I can hear the loving call of a loon to its mate.
Snippity snap went the great Skizorswaks
As the giant's hair came scallowing down.
She looked in the reflection of her shithering glass
And quathingly formed a slight frown.
Yes the night can be eerie.
The night can be dark.
Yes the the night can be cold.
The night can be filled
with creatures good and evil.
The night can be filled
with ones like you and me.
Writing means the world to me
It’s what I feel in a new scene.
A poem filled with all my mind
Imagination’s not confined.
I paint a picture with my story
Of dragons bright in all their glory
I am writing to you as a friend,
Thanks for the adventure.
Despite my whining
Groaning,
And such.
I could have done without the dwarfs,
It was your wish.
What could I do?
Eyes so big and beautiful. A heart so strong, yet so fragile. Your mind so brilliant, your love so enduring. Your lips, your spirit beyond alluring. Such a sweet disposition, living in a world full of confusion.
Magic was once real
More than books or fairytales
It had life and meaning
It was its own master
Wizards were simply
Borrowers
We are lent this unexplainable power to use
As we please
Gone with the wind, my soul
Humanity has all but left
With the first taste of blood that hit my lips
Anger and self-loathing hit me fully.
Her welcoming smile, her warm gaze
Tick-tock now, hurry up and go!
The gears of this clocksmith don’t grind themselves you know.
Is your beat good? How are your hands?
Are in proper shape? I don’t like relying on the hourglass sand.
The Lights
My dream is to be in the middle of the huddle under the lights.
To be able to work towards a goal
With people I have no relation to
But feel like my extended Family
There is winter in a faraway land
In a castle sitting on the plains
Snow whips through the air
Locking the earth in chains
The things we could do
Just me and just you
World spinning with sin
Morals wearing thin
But it's in my head
Aloud never said
Just a fantasy
Of you and of me
All kept a secret
there aimlessly floating
above cranium
slowly envel( o p i n g
mind to airy delirium
grasped and clenched
then stole presence.
so no longer occupy
space around: the reality you deny
Beauty & the Beast
It all happened pretty much the way you heard it.
Faster than I can even remember
There was a kiss in the rain then music and a change.
Then he was a king
She is light.
Filled with wonder and beauty - She's the goddess of light.
The drum of your laugh;
The tinkle of her sigh;
A Caress from you instills in her Flight.
My opponent's record, 2-5
This week should be easy to survive
Extending my streak to four wins straight
That is certain, no debate.
Suddenly despair chokes the air
Rodgers with thirty points is just unfair.
A fact fades
from truth
to legend,
to simple fantasy.
Sustaining mortal life
without life of her own-
the Goddess drifts
Four essences lye in her wake,
She searches
endlessly.
I wonder what it feels like to drown in the sky
Dancing above the rooftops
Watching time fly by
Inhaling all the clouds
If I had a breath to breathe it’d rip it from my lungs
As I sank closer to the stars
On the silver chandelier, there's a swinging spider monkey
Wearing a captain's hat, and waving a broomstick.
Jeffrey tells his mother, in the politest of tones,
"Mr. Jumps is at it again!"
When I am sleepy I go to bed, Then fairies dance around my head. Rainbow colours in glittery sparks, They tell me not to fear the dark. Then come the green elephants and blue pigs, Orange mice and yellow dogs wear wigs.
Peep, slip under the surface tension. Dip, sail under the current's one-way mirror. I found your skin buried under the old yew. I fell in love with your form, your ocean grace. Mermaid of fur. Dog of my heart's ship; my ship's heart.
Oh Great Unicorn you are so wise!
As I am not much to my demise...
What to do? What to do?
I have thought it through and through,
But, oh my sweet! I am torn!
Where for art thou, Great Unicorn?
A sweet slice of moon observes
Impish figures shift their weight
Around a roaring blue-green flame.
Smoke licks the navy sky, a close friend
And metal flecks spray
From a cavern in the middle of the heat.
Close my eyes I dream of love
I fantasize of both of us
Combining thoughts like stars do dust
You... will become a part of me
Of all I see and think and need
Broken dreams too dark to see...
Close my eyes I dream of love
I fantasize of both of us
Combining thoughts like stars do dust
You... will become a part of me
Of all I see and think and need
Broken dreams too dark to see...
As fast as an arrow from an elf’s bow,
Onto the page, my words will flow.
From ideas, whole stories are born,
Ready to be read on an early morn’.
Writing and reading, I do adore.
Bitten, so smitten-
Sired, desired.
Crimson life calls to him,
Whether beauty or not he is a sin,
Of deadly proportions-
He’ll twist and distort
The truths of reality,
Unravel your mentality.
The fairy folk use fairy doors
to keep their hidden world from us.
So few believe the ancient lore.
To sneak across our dusty floor
and steal some food without a fuss
the fairy folk use fairy doors.
