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Seeing StarsI look up a the sky at midnight.
I see a black map
dotted with silver stars
connected with invisible lines
The points form pictures in the sky
I look through the window at midday.
I see the familiar golden orb hanging in the sky
smiling down at me.
It sends warm beams of light down at me
and I smile back.
I watch the sky at different times.
I see different things
but I always see stars.
A GuardianI need a sign
to let me know
your here with me.
That you won't leave
when times get tough,
That you'll stay with me.
I'll need a shoulder to lean on
when the world is crumbling around me.
Promise you'll stay.
I'll need some form of hope.
My Scars from LifeI feel the scars
on my soul
will never fade away.
The cut are so deep
that they won't ever heal.
The wounds are from battle
with myself and others
And from carrying burdens
I was not meant to carry.
What has the world done to me?
Why has it scarred me this way?
What scars did you contribute?
Here but InvisibleInvisible
That's what I seem to be.
It seems no one knows I even exist.
I'm surprised some people even know my name.
All I hear is "Who's that?"
or "I didn't know she was here."
It seems no one knows I'm here.
It's not like they care.
Thats what I am.
But, I'm here.
I've always been here.
My Own Yellow Brick RoadThere is a path I must follow.
Fate and coincidence will lead me.
Things will try to lead my astray,
but I won't let them.
at the end of this yellow brick road
I will find my Oz.
Then, there really will be something
over the rainbow.
Writing the UnwrittenA blank page stares at me,
waiting to be written on.
But my mind is blank.
There's nothing to write.
No, there's always something to write.
Just have to find the inspiration.
and still nothing comes to mind.
Finally, I pick up my pen and write.
I found my inspiration.
I'm writing the unwritten.
EmbersFlames dance on a wooden stage
So bright, so energetic
Sparks drift upward
Making the smoke glow
I place the tip of my stick
in the ember fernice
It ignites instantly
I pull it near my face
so I could watch the flame
Then I shove it into the ashes
And watch the smoke spiral upward
I love bonfires.
It's one thing I will never understand.
It goes up
and side to side
with plenty of loops and bumps along the way.
But with everyday that passes,
I think I'm understanding the meaning of life
a little bit more.
StarsMy father told me something that will forever stay with me,
He told me about the stars.
Each time he told me about the stars,
The story would be different.
The stars would be gigantic flashlights,
Somewhere far away,
Giving light to the people who are lost.
The stars would be angels.
There to protect and guard,
Their loved ones.
The next time,
The stars would be balls of gas,
Burning thousands of light years away.
I laughed at this one.
The last time,
My father told me,
"The stars are me,
So I can watch over you no matter where you go,
Where I am.
Remember, I love you."
That was the last story I got of the stars.
My father died on his death bed,
And every night I look up,
And with a smile say,
How's it like up there?
Hanging with the stars?"
MagicA long time ago, when the world was new,
and longer than anyone can remember
magic existed in the world.
It healed the sick
and didn't cause anything bad.
Magic was for good
and never harmed the people.
Then one day
a sorcerer broken by pain
and an outcast of society
used his magic
to hurt and cause pain.
He killed with his magic,
and made people suffer
in ways that should never be allowed.
The evil sorcerer went across the land
never sparing a soul and making
curses that could never be broken.
Five of the best magicians were shocked
and banded together
to stop his evil reign over the people.
Nothing the good magicians did worked
and they were faced with a final
completely unspeakable action.
The good magicians joined hands,
bound their power together
and used their life force
to stop his ways of evil.
The evil sorcerer fell,
and after that it was decided
that magic should never be used again
in case someone else decided
to use it the way the sorcerer did.
Now because of pain and a bro
WritingWrite a line,
Read it out.
Cross it out.
Think of rhymes,
List them all.
(Get writer's block),
Then watch it fall.
Add a word,
A comma here.
Think it through,
Then change m'dear.
Correct an error,
Now read what's passed.
"It's a process",
The words you say.
Change the object,
and then forget whatever the heck you were going to write.
The Stars AboveRunning with the wolves,
I’m losing my soul;
I left my land and found them
Even though I was told
They are dangerous things,
These beasts of the night
From their thick, red fur
And the mesmerizing light
In their brown, puppy eyes.
They stalk the forest
And hide behind oaks,
Not stopping to rest
Until the alpha says so;
The night grows still,
And the world is calm-
That is, at least until
The wolves begin to howl.
Their chant is like a melody,
In sync as all the woods
Cries the same melody.
They turn to the moon
In time to see her shine;
They sing to her
Underneath swaying pines
And howl their love,
Their praise as one-
They wait for her say
Then turn and run
To find her all she requests,
To find all she needs;
She is their Mother
Within the canopy
Of twinkling, howling stars
Which once were wolves
Who fell from her grace,
Fallen, dying wolves
Who returned to the moon.
She takes their souls
And keeps them close;
She prays while she holds
That they will never forget
Their bright, f
To My Future Self...I fear you.
With every second that passes, I get closer to becoming you. And it terrifies me. I stand here, in the present, staring into the void of the unknown. Countless ordeals and obstacles await me and I fear I may not overcome them. I have so much before me, so much to face in order to become you.
What if I fail?
The decisions that I've made have not been the best ones. And they're going to make things harder for you. I am so selfish. I only think of myself when I consider my actions and I do what satisfies me, forcing you to struggle and suffer. I am so sorry.
Sometimes I wonder if it is too late. I wonder if I have already destroyed you, along with any chance of you being happy. Sometimes the simple consolation, "Everything's going to be okay," seems impossible and ludicrous...
But sometimes it brings hope.
It's not too late.
I can save you.
There are so many things that I want to do. I am only beginning to find myself, no, creating myself. Th
Like Water Through Your HandsIt only took a moment, I was told.
I hated it when they left it open-ended like that. I’d ask, How many seconds is that? How long, exactly, is a moment? The lack of precision was an insult; a moment can’t be measured.
But people wouldn’t understand, and they’d only look at me with pity in their condescending eyes. It depends, they’d say. But it was very fast and it was painless. An instantaneous death.
It is one year later, May 22nd, 1:31 in the afternoon, a Tuesday. I am sixteen years old. I haven’t been in the Janss for twenty-five days less than a year, and I don’t remember a thing about these streets. I’ve been running for seventy-three minutes.
I don’t know how I got onto the sidewalk. I was in school like normal, following the pace of the crowd, watching the clock, when a cloud of formaldehyde wafted into my face as I walked pass the science lab. And the next thing I knew I was running.
Half of me screams that I left
Love Has ExpiredI never thought I’d see the day where it happened
The world should just look away in shame
They always make it sound like love makes the world go round
But they know that it’s already expired
So why do they keep trying to look for me?
This world is filled with so many liars that it’s simply unreal
But nobody cares that most of them get into power
And people only care if they take away their rights
Or if they take away something that they either need or want
That’s what the world is always like
I’m surprised that it took this long to see the truth
That the feeling love has expired by the time you’re in your teens
You think that you know what love feels like
But only because you’re getting what you want
And most of the time all you simply want is to have sex
Unleashing you into the world that is filled with desire
I bet that a lot of fathers are worried about their daughters these days
Since rape is so popular amongst the greedy bastards out ther
Midnight StalkerMidnight Stalker:
The creaking floorboards,
Outside the door
The rusty door knob,
Jiggling, and tumbling to the floor.
No one...A word not dared.
And I get the shadows
Cold blank stare.
Fingers turn white,
They grip hard to the sheets.
Rivulets of sweat,
Pour from head
Down to feet.
My bed is soaked iridescent.
My eyes look around in urgent begging
Cries for the night
To tell no more lies!
No more lies. No more lies NO MORE LIES!
Those shadows keep staring
And if I close my eyes
I may not live through to see
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