As water crashes on the sand,
The wind whispers in the land,
And rustles through the tallest trees,
Until on the ground there lies some leaves.
The salt spray in the air is grand.
The flowers in the meadows stand,
Through rain and hail in which they withstand.
All around us lies the seas
Beneath the sky of stars.
Every path and river is a strand,
Of mother nature's life demand.
From the highest mountain to the smallest bee,
In all of these there lies a key,
For all existence to expand
Beneath the sky of stars.
A pale king sits on a crooked throne,
The ways of hate are all he’s known;
As he sees in his mind a dying star:
Everything but Azrael’s darkness it outshone.
Upon her lips lies deadly night,
For only her, the king would fight.
“Too weak for the bearer of a crown of thorns”
Speaks the blood red prince when he slips from sight.
So silent lies his silver rose,
Then his fury reigned, as his heart froze.
His eyes reflected broken glass,
His soul turned dust and shadows.
I’m stuck in my house
So I look around,
I see the rain in the sky
Falling on the ground.
I hear the birds singing melodies
And all the rivers run clear.
There are no cars on the roads,
No people appear.
They are all with their families
Contemplating life.
And instead of friends, there are siblings,
The ultimate sacrifice.
She wishes that she could
Be so great instead of good
But she can’t ‘cause she won’t try
And it’s all because she’s shy.
She wishes for one day
All her fear would float away.
She hopes to stand up tall
And not be afraid to fall.
But dreams cannot come true
Unless you look inside of you
And see what’s truly there
But she never would, she wouldn’t dare.
She wishes that she was
More confident but what she does
Is focus on the worst
Sometimes she feels like she is cursed.
Dreams cannot come true
If you don’t really want them to
And you have got to be
Yourself no matter what you see.
All her wishes have run out.
But she’s still so full of doubt.
She feels so small and frail
‘Cause confidence is not for sale.
Trying to erase these words but they only end up smudged
Somehow the stilling silence only makes me feel more judged.
It’s funny how you yearn for things only when they’re gone
You only wish for darkness when you’re creeping up on dawn.
It's easier to hurt the ones you love
it's easier to pull away than lean into the shove
you know what hurts and how to say it
the game works best when you know how to play it
and as you watch your words hit their mark
you feel yourself sinking more into the dark
you regret the words as they fall from your lips
so unsure of yourself, watch your mask as it slips
My heart sank and she twirled across the floor, her dress sparking and playing off of the year's of sunsets and sunrises. She was a beautiful mix of colors but all I could see were the gray hues of her pale skin and silk black hair. But I could feel the colors of the heat pressing against my skin like a soft yet violent blanket. I could feel the colors, the stinging cold of the water when I stroked my fingers through it and the breath that sprouted from my lungs now visible. I could feel her in every inch of her gorgeous palate. I just wish I could see her a little more each day even if it’s in hues of white and black.
The rocky mountain white covered in snow
The wind from above sending the trees a blow
I swerve all around missing the icy spot
I hit a jump and land with a squat
As I’m in the air I look out below
I fly with my speed looking like a pro
The temperature just reaching passed sub zero
I watch for the trees making sure I do not get caught
Out in Colorado
The blue sky above shining a light indigo
The river on the side with a downwards flow
I see the hard trail but I know I cannot
It's just an illusion though and I take my shot
Through the trees and in the hollow
Out in Colorado
In the dark of night I saw a sight; a bright white light.
Quite the find for one of my kind, it’s warmth is the only thing on my mind.
I make my way, all the way, to the place where I seek to stay the day.
I travel across the road, the looks of others; I’m not seeking to goad.
When out the corner of my eye what did I spy?
Why, it is a toad along the road, watching as I move by.
“He’s noticed me,” I cuss, not wanting to cause a fuss.
Potentially within him I can trust, speak to him? I guess I must.
I get down low before he can go, any emotions at all? He doesn’t show.
I stay away, a ways away, a ways away from him I stay. And without fear I say.
“You saw nothing, got it bub? You go croaking; your life’s a candle that I'll snub.
That light is mine! So pure; divine! So I warn you, stay in line.
I’m not scared of you! The things I do would make you shiver to your spine.
So hop along, sing a song, do no wrong, and you’ll be living long.
So bye bye sir, go back to where you were, maybe a hole beneath a fir.”
I turn my back then turn my head just a crack. Well, well, well, he’s on his way back.
I continue the trip, the warmth of the light within my grip, the tingling of excitement upon my “lip.”
But as I’m going my travel is slowing, it seems I've hit a wall that’s just not showing.
I think it over. I’ll just go over. This light would be worth a trip to Dover.
I make it up, but what’s this? A roof is keeping me from what I miss.
WIDOWS! Wind blows and with it the light's warmth goes. Of course, windows!
Then I was eaten by a bird because I’m a moth.
Space is an expanse that is unexplored
It’s so empty, people would get bored
We could be all alone, in this massive space
We are so small, with earth as our base
When we launched the rockets, their engines roared
They fly up, through the air they soared
Astronauts sit in shuttles, awaiting awards
Their transport hurtling at an amazing pace
Space is an expanse that is unexplored
In the maelstrom of stars, it is discord
But the rest is serenity, besides the small planet we are aboard,
We look up at the sky we continue to efface,
Between the stars, we are out of place
But still what little we know, we draw and record
Space is an expanse that is unexplored
There is a woman who roams the streets at night.
Who sings such sad music that time seems to lull.
She has a dog that looks like it would bite.
Her desolate eyes dart around for strangers who are dull.
I hear her laughter as she talks under the lights.
She lives in an ancient, abandoned house that needs repairs.
People say it used to belong to a happy couple.
The couple was broken apart quickly by fights and tears.
They say the woman had a mind which was supple.
The man was smart and kind and had many peers.
She is lonely and always longing for another human being.
She cries, and her voice is full of painful regret.
She is tired of people seeing her and always fleeing.
She does not understand why she is such a threat.
She sees her way of life has unrestricted and freeing.
Every night she drags a brown wooden cart behind her.
It is rickety and travels with a lot of sounds.
The dog that she has with her does not stir.
She seems to stop outside my house on the ground.
Even when it is cold outside, and she needs fur.
Her cackle haunts me as I drift off to sleep.
I fear she will take me far from my home.
She draws nearer every night, and it makes me weep.
I think she will leave me somewhere I forever roam.
I would be isolated by people and seen as cheap.
So then I could understand her thoughts and her life.
Maybe all she wants is to be heard by me.
To make me see her powerful internal and ongoing strife.
Her mind and body fighting one another to get free.
Maybe she sees herself as always being under a knife.
Tonight I decided to go outside and talk to her.
I hid in a large bush my whole body shaking.
What happened after I hid is mostly a huge blur.
I remember how cold I was and my body aching.
After that, I suddenly heard loud creaking and a slur.
I scrambled to see what she looked like up close.
I saw a pale face framed by long black hair.
Her unexpected appearance struck me hard, and so I froze.
She was so beautiful that I almost missed her glare.
I remember her dark eyes meeting mine as time slowed.
Her eyes revealed anger as she quickly advanced towards me.
I started to back up, saying I meant no harm.
She got closer, and I had the urge to flee.
She came close to me with a smile with charm.
There was nowhere to go, and I started to plea.
Suddenly she began laughing and asked why I was there.
I told her why, and her smile started to disappear.
I remember her completely blank face and her uncomfortable stare.
After explaining, she understood what I desperately wanted to hear.
She began to speak her truth in the cold air.
She began to tell me a story of two people.
There once was a young woman and a young man.
They were happy together and got married in a steeple.
Cracks began to show, and the woman made a plan.
She was abused, which was not known by the townspeople.
Her husband figured out she was leaving him and town.
He confronted her and yelled at her by the staircase.
He tried to stop and grab her but slipped down.
She left town with her dog as she needed space.
But she soon had to return to an unforgiving town.