Fantasy

I used to dream of the day Prince Charming would sweep me off my feet and we would instantly fall in love.
I used to dream of villains that would capture me and I could show my strength through escaping.
I used to dream of a fairy godmother that would make me into a princess
I used to dream of my animal friends that would support me in the dark ages and the happily ever after moments.
I used to dream of magic all once upon a time.
But there are no Prince Charming
No villains
Or fairy godmothers
There is no talking animal friends
Or magic.
There is just reality.
But reality isn't all that bad.
There aren't prince charmings, but their are gentlemen who treat you well and respect you.
There is no love at first sight, but their is hard love that takes time and patience but is truer than anything.
Their is no villains to capture you so you my escape and show your strength, but there is bullies and rude people, that you must stand up to and revive battle scars from.
There is no fairy godmothers, but their are loving parents who teach and grow their little princess it to beautiful queens.
There are no talking animal friends, but there are best friends who stick by you through the dark and light times.
There is no happily ever after, but there is your outlook on life and that if positive can be your own sort of happily ever after.
But their is magic in both fantasy and reality it is what ties the two together. Magic can show itself in so many different ways. So you see we don't need to live a fantasy to be happy, reality is just as beautiful of a fairytale, in such a different way.

Nightmare?

      The green stained grass brushed gently against my legs. I looked out into the ocean of flowers that had an abyss of colors. I took off into to the sea of hues, wading  my way through the thousands of yellow Suns. All the colors reflected into my eyes painting a rainbow in my brain. As I waded deeper into the sea of flowers I began to see shades. The flowers had become darker and darker until they were the color of ash and coal. They no longer were big in bloom, open like umbrellas to the sky, but instead they were crippled laying burnt in the center of the garden. I gasped staring in awe at the dead decaying flowers, the ones that tried so hard to hang on to something, anything that would keep them alive. I cried, for how could something so beautiful have a center of cold death. I sat their in the darkness of a center crying until the garden was burnt into dust and was blown away with the wind. Now I stand in the middle of the desert where the sea of flowers once lay and I to was blown in to the wind and turned to dust.
         I woke to my dream confused by the strangeness of it. It had such a strong meaning to it. So deep it was impossible to ignore it, impossible to stop it from sinking into my heart. I blinked several times trying to focus my eyes so I could see, but my brain was in a knot and my head was in a vacuum that sucked out my thoughts. I couldn't stop shaking, what did it mean what did that nightmare of thought mean, and why did it sink so deeply into my heart. I shook my head as if trying to shake the memory to the back of my mind so it may disappear. I couldn't stand it for nights I had had dreams that made imprints in my soul and this one had truly made a cut so deep that it would leave a scar in my heart. I laid my head back onto my pillow letting myself sink deep into the pillow, into a moment of peace. I closed my eyes shutting the world out of my sight and placing myself back into my own little world that was inside myself.
         My mind began to stir again creating watercolor painting into the reality I want, no need. Again I found my self outside. The clouds were gone leaving empty space that enclosed the earth like a dome. It was clear blue domain that covered  the world, but it seemed to stretch out farther in to eternity. I came to a small body of water, so clear I could see every detail of my completion shining back into my eyes. It was so still and glossy as the sun reflected gently off of it, I couldn't resist getting closer to the silvery pond, slowly I was drawn closer and closer to the water. I bent down by the water trying to see beyond the glassy surface, beyond the Peary glass liquid, but I couldn't see past its appearance.  I couldn't look past the beauty of the clear liquid glass. I  reached into the water letting it conceal my hand. It was icy and cold, freezing my hand through and through until my body felt of ice. It shot bolts of pain through me, sending chills up through my spine, killing me slowly until it got to my heart and I would lay dead in the pool of death. I wanted to take my hand out of the water but it had gone in to deep, and I couldn't get out of it. I slowly was dragged  down under the surface, plunging into icy depths of blackness, being emerged into a pool of black icy cold death.
      I woke up in a pool of cool sweat. I was breathing heavily gasping for breath. I was shaking all over, my body trembled in terror and my heart was ready to thump out of my chest. I wanted to run and hide somewhere safe but I couldn't move my legs. I was ready to run but I knew being 24 I was to old to be frightened yet I was. I calmed my breathing and slowly looked around the room trying to calm myself. I couldn't help but shake my nerves were on panic and my body was dead and icy cold I couldn't move I was overtook by fear, but slowly breath after breath I remained in a state of peace and once again fell into the clutches of exhaust. For there was nothing to fear, it was only a dream.... wasn't it?
   
   

Change of soul

     My friend was being teared open, ripped apart, limb by limb with each telling of others perfections. A pretty girl passes my friend and boast of her hair so shiny and flawless and with that my friend looked at her own hair thinking that's not good enough. And she dyed it trying  to mimic the other girls gorgeous blonde hair, but horribly failed by turning her dark brown hair into a hideous shade of yellow and brown . Another girl walked by she was skinny as a stick and she went on and on of her advantages of being skinny. My friend looked at her self saying I'm not thin enough. And with that she spent her days eating gross weight loss drinks and exercising daily for hours. She would always be exhausted and feeling sick, but she got super thin because of it. A friend then walked by bragging of her eyes so blue and fresh and fine. My friend then looked at her dark brown eyes and said they are not enough. So she got blue contacts so shiny and fine but they were hard to wear and she almost seemed more blind. A gal bragged of her style so dark and immodest to me. I thought it was hideous too much was showing. But the bragging had sunk into my friend and with that she looked at her own wardrobe and it said it was not enough. So she bought clothes that showed to much, that were dark and attracted the wrong type of crowd.  Soon a girl with piercings everywhere ramble on to my friend about how pretty her piercings  were. And my friend looked at her earring-less self and said I'm not sparkly enough.  With that she pierced every inch of her body no matter how painful it was or how it looked she just needed to have piercings to fill a sense of acceptance.  A old friend walks by bragging of her sparkling personality and how her ways of flirting make everyone adore her. My friend looked at her humorous personality and said I'm not flirtatious enough. And with that she talked to everyone, and rude gossip was spread from her mouth so she would be the most adored and others would be flawed. Soon I began to take a step back from  my friend. I finally got a good look at what she had become and it was hideous. Her hair was stained a green- blonde shade, that was not appealing to the eye. Her body was too thin and she looked like a walking stick. Her eyes were too blue and complimented none of her  features, and blinded her from seeing what she had become.  Her dark wardrobe had become haunting and gave a very dark message. Her piercing were odd and almost to much. Her personality had become selfish, shallow and dark. I screamed for my friend, the sweet and kind soul I knew and loved to come out of this monster, to come out of the darkness. But jealousy had gripped her and became her. Now because of others bragging she felt worthless, causing jealousy to take hold and remake her. And now she has become something dark rather than being her own beautiful self. From that day forward I made a vow that bragging is bad and very shallow cause it hurts the good and shoots them down and makes them rise painfully off the ground. Turning them into something else rather than their own beautiful self.

The beauty of people

A wall I put in my mind
Hiding myself away from change
Away from  tragedy
And horrid horrors
Blocking out anger
And heartache
Love even
I pull a blind on my eyes
I keep them shut to block out images
Of fears
Loves
And many hopes
I conceal my most inner self
The person I am
So I won't get flawed
Burned
Corrected
Regretted
Forgotten
I hide myself from the world
So no one will hurt me
Or get me to close
I won't let them get to me
But one day I took down my blinds
And I saw magic in the air
I saw fireflies in the skies
I saw laughter in the moment
I saw beautiful tragedy happen
So I then I removed the wall in my mind
And I I learned love
As well as heartache
I learned tragedy and how it worked
I learned the wonders of friendship
And horrors ways of hurt
I opened up my inner most self
And learned who I was
I found my personality
And friendship
And love
I learned my anger
And all its pain
I felt the crazy in me
The insane
I learned who I was
And myself I could read
Finally I knew me
The world called me out of were I hid
And everything was beautiful
The air was soft with song
The world was filled with inspired voices
The hearts were filled with love
There were wrong and right choices
The people were so complex and some would hold you close
So warm the feeling of love
The fun horror of ghost
The rain was cold and wet
And a loving heart kept us warm
Tragedy killed hearts so fragile weak so frail
But knowledge was  now there
Making the broken hearted stronger
Yes the world is not perfect
And it has many flaws
But it is definitely worth it
With all adventures and awes

Nightmare

    A small soul sat weeping in the corner,Tears streaming down her face which  gently glided over her mascara stained cheeks. Her eyes where glossy and filled with fears, and her body was trembling uncontrollably, every nerve became paralyzed with fear. I will myself to stay in the shadows  for I couldn't show her it was I who caused her this pain. I sat for hours watching her as she jerked at every sound and was alarmed by every movement. I shouldn't have scared her so badly. Though I had too or I would be killed. I sat still starring at her for another hour, then I began to leave. I heard her voice call out fearfully saying," Who are you and why have you been watching me." I didn't turn around I couldn't, she would be scared if she saw my face. The women again spoke this time a little more demanding," Who are you and why have you been watching me." I had to turn  I had to let her see me or else she would give my kind away to the police. I slowly began to turn until our eyes locked. I could see  myself in her glassy eyes and I watched an my figure became her fears. "You were in my nightmares." She squeaked out. I took in her words slowly letting them sink into my mind, trying to find an answer for her. Finally I spoke," No ma'm I was not in your nightmare, I was the nightmare. And with that I had to leave. I sunk back into the shadows emerging myself into darkness processing what I had said. I had told her the truth I was a nightmare, literally. I wasn't a disabled dream or a scary thought at sleep, I was a nightmare and that is what I would always be.

Simple love

Stomach churns
Then Red face
Head twists and turns
Heart starts to race
Eyes lock
Fear in each
Other's eyes mock
While ours reach
Deep into his soul
Look I do
Ready to pay the toll
If this love is not true
But I see a heart
With a special place
That is my part
With a loving pace
Warmth comes over me
I'm reassured
Love comes quietly
So firm so sure
He sees too
His special place
And we continue this loving pace
Are eyes stayed still
And we talked and talked
Though no words came out
And our mouth were locked
But our hearts chatted on
Bringing smiles to our face
Singing their loving song
At their own loving pace

The price of Greed

A girl was humble and sweet
She shared all that she had
She only did give not receive
And she only  did help
For she had no greed
But a man persuaded her that she
Should want  more and more
And his advice sunk in
And she took and received
Soon boast she did
And tart was she
For she was over come with greed
It sunk into her heart
Consuming it up
In sunk into eyes
Showing her stuff
And as she received
There became more greed
She shared nothing
Not a single crumb
She cared for absolutely no one
She killed for objects
So precocious so fine
And greed than took hold of her mind
She grew ugly and cold
And her eyes did slit
And they locked her way for it
And trapped in a dungeon did she stay
Until the greed would disappear one day.

Time

The clocks move so fast

Yet they are right

The days go so fast

As well as the nights

Many waste this resource

known as time

But I  cherish it

Love it

Like a child of mine

For it comes with much change and  many falls

But still it I cherish above all

And it may bring heartache and pain

But I guess that is what  must happen

Because when one takes another gains

Two views for the move

The move part 2

New start
 as well as new end
New kids
But I will lose friends
Excitement blooms
As heartache starts
This place
Will forever remain in my heart
But life
must continue on
For change is never wrong.

Blind love

Blind love
He watches her
He wishes she was his
He watches her
Walk through the halls giggling
He stands staring daring her eyes to meet his
Once they lift draw near his he hides himself
She watches him
She wishes she was his
She watches him
Walking through the halls laughing
She dares his eyes to meet hers
But he only looks away
They both wish for the day their eyes will meet
Fear says other wise so both forever stare at one another daring each other's eyes to meet.

The move

THE MOVE
A word
Brings a tear
A knowledge
Can bring you here
A haunting of the gone
A hurting so deep
 Makes one stay up till dawn
Make one weep
The word bye
The sad wave
The familiar face
The wanting to cry
Happens when one must go
Out on their way into a new time
Out on there way to a lifetime
A lifetime that is new
When one must move

Understander

UNDERSTANDER
Seer they call me
Perhaps because I can see through people
I can look through one and know them
I can see through one and understand
I know their trials
I can see through the cover
I have the ability to look beyond words
Listener they call me
Perhaps because I can hear thoughts
I can listen to one and hear them
I can hear the voices in their heads
I can hear the trouble through talk of opposite
I can learn of one through words
I can hear and meet a person through a sentence
Smeller they call me
Perhaps because I can smell emotion
I can smell sadness in their voices
I can smell joy
I can smell disgust
I can spell anger through their breaths
I can smell past breaths and into emotion
Taster they call me
Perhaps because I can taste feelings
The air which surrounds everyone is filled of emotion
I can taste the bitterness of envy
I can taste cinnamon of joy
I can taste the spice of anger
I can get through the air modules and taste the flavors of emotion
Feeler they call me
Perhaps because I can read textures
I can feel one for a moment and know their story
I can see their past
I can feel their present
With a touch of a goosebumps I can see fears
With a tap on their shoulder I can feel kindness
With a touch of their hair I can feel envy marked in it
I can feel words in the flesh and hair of people
Observer they call me
Perhaps because I use my senses to learn
I use them to detect and discover
I use them to unwrap one
I use them to take off the cover and look inside
I use them to find secrets and pains
I use them to find dark in kind souls
And kind in dark ones
Understander I call myself
Perhaps because I want to understand one and lift them perhaps I have these talents to lift so I use them to lift
And I lift others
Up
Up
Up
Til they soar into a happy life knowing
The understander
Understands

Other sister

Other sister
She fell to the ground
A tear was shed
Laughter ringed  around her
They laughed
She cried
They took her and cast her aside
To much to bear I turned away
I wanted to help
I wanted to grab her hand and lift her
I so badly wished to reach her
But I couldn't
Though I tried
I was bound to another world
I waited sadly watching
They cared for her not
I did
I reached
But she didn't see
She didn't know that I stood there
Stood there reaching
She ran home
I followed
Bruises covered her
Her jeans were stained
Her face was red stained with tears
She bit her lip
I knew she held burning tears in her eyes
I stood next to her
She didn't see me
I put my arm on her
She didn't feel it
But my comfort she did
She didn't know that I was there
Then I left going back to my place
Slowly watching her as I descended up
She had no knowledge
That I was alway there
Because that is part of being a sister
Though separated at birth I never left her.

Knight writer

Knight writer


Night approaches
The day ends
The sun descends
The moon wakes
The stars come
A new universe shows itself
The stress of the day is gone
The work is over
Minds work like machines
Ideas are no longer blocked by stress
Night brings stories
It brings adventure
It brings emotion
It brings feelings
I learn the ways of the night
I live them
I express them like an empress
My hand slips across the sheets
The night guides my mind
I
I am
The writer of the night
I'm the knight writer

Be your light

Shadow

A small light begins to shine

As it grows and prevails light grows

It strengthen with each talent it gains

The light dances among itself

Another light comes and they dance among themselves

The one light begins to see the other

It wishes to be the other

The light grows dark in envy

It leaves the other

The little bright light remains herself happy indeed

Then the day after a shadow came

It loomed over the light diminishing its brightness

The light tried to acquire her brightness but the shadow loomed

Every step she took the shadow followed

Blocking her from her light

The shadow blocked the light every step it took

The light wondered to the shadow

The shadow answered to the light

Envy with competition created the shadow

Pride and blocking others built it up.

The little light seemed to be lost in the envy of the shadow

The other light which the shadow blocked encouraged

She told of the other lights talents

Slowly the shadow turned light and the little light was back

The other light now was able to once again shine

Now both lights dance to themselves

Happy indeed.

Technology engulfes

Tap
Tap
Click
Click
Tap click tap
These are sounds
Sounds of the weak
The blank minded
The social deniers
The ones who are obsessed
Tap
Tap
Click
Tap
These are the sounds
The sounds of words
And fake emotions being sent
Being shared in a fake message
Tap
tap
click
tap
These are the sounds
The sounds of posting
Which tear and rip one apart
The sounds a envy hidden in communication and pain
Hello oh Hi
This is the sound of the strong
The ones whom were not sucked in
Who can get pass the temptations
Who can see past the appearance
The ones who see the evil
The ones who were not pulled into
A land
A land that's blank
A land were a generation has died
And only the strong survive
Technology

Two views

New view



Hatred fills her heart

Pain fills his

She is done with him being so rude

He wishes he had someone to talk
to

She yells at him in rage for his anger

He wishes that she knew why he did

She tells him off for stupidity

If she knew his trials she would take pity

He wants to talk but no one cares

He is so rude it kind of scares

She walks home in frustration

He walks home in pain

She walked home and saw a tear

He shivered thinking she saw him in agony

She stopped in front of a boy she knew and began to think not

A boy whom was pained to go home

The boy acted rude because of his pain

She sat next to him

He spilled out his heart

How his sister was lost

His parents were quite

He was not

No one was there

She took his hands

She looked into his eyes

She saw a new boy

And never again

Never again

Did she not help a person who needed a friend.

The winds

The wind
I know ever route of the earth
I feel every curve and edge of it
I touch every corner
I fly threw every valley
I whip on its surface
I feel it every form
I know the earth
I know it like a child of mine
I watched it grow
I helped shape it
I know the people of the earth
I can feel them each time I brush past
I know them almost as well
They think I just pass by
I do more i move myself
I make things go in different ways
I see love and I guide it
I see happy and I stand beside it
I see heart ache and I lead it home
I blow writings and messages
I fly airplanes with joy
I help the birds escape fear
I keep the river flowing down to all
Helping those who live here
I push people's limits
I help them rise
I watch them fall and rush to push them aside
I care for each individual
Though I seem like just another one of earths forces
I'm more
I know everything about each of you and I will be there
And when you begin to soar
Fall in love
Find joy
Know I was there
Because I'm the wind
And I promise I care.

House

Home
The wall were empty nothing hung on them
The pictures were gone no faces showed
The rooms were all bare, bare as could be
Empty space filled the small house
It filled each room with a sense of terror
Every empty area used to be a story of the people
But the story was moved and left the house empty
I walked into the empty house
I walked through each room
I remember each moment
Memories danced through the halls though the house was empty
Each room told their stories one last time before a new story began
When the halls had been hung with personality they gave the effect home, but now they gave the effect gone
For this house was the one that contained us but is not holding us any longer.
I shed a tear
Maybe more
For this was home but now not
For it held memories
Which I have forgotten
And some which I hold
But now  as I walk out of the home
I walk out of the small place of comfort
The memories come with me
Leaving the house
And now the house lies empty
Waiting to become a home.

Rapunzel

Rapunenzel

A girl waits

She waits

And waits

Far away from reality

Far away from troubles

She waits

Time flies past her

Like a brush of wind

The years go by like speed

But to her they take thousands of years

Millions hundreds indeed

But she still patiently waits

For she is chained

She is hidden from wonders

She is far from family

But she is free

She could leave the tower she sits in

But she waits

And waits

And waits

Her friends beg her to get out of the tower

Two years of waiting is too long they say

But she refuses and she waits

And waits

And waits

She sings out to the world

Waiting in her tower

Chained because of her heart

"Oh I wait for my lover

A man of no fear

He promised he someday

Would meet me here

Once money was gained

Wed shall we be

Oh I know if I wait

He shall come for me"

So she did wait

And wait

And wait

And wait

3 passing years
Since the promise

And still she did

Wait

Then out of yonder

He came in a blur

He sang as he climbed up

Oh I worked for my lover

A girl so dear

I promised one day

I would meet her here

Now that money is gained

Wed shall we

Oh I knew if I asked

She would wait for me"

And the man took the girl

And into the sun

Together once again

Did they run

And though leaving the tower magical would it be

But I got my lover

Because with love patients is the key

The halls of battel

Battlefield
I watch a friend
A friend I knew
But didn't
She got shot down
She fell hard
She cried out
Asking for help
As the wound sunk in deeper
It dug into her with such pain
It dug in so deep
That her heart was scarred
It was pierced
It was effected by the many bullets flying through the air
Most got up easily
They shook off the piercing bullets
But my friend that day could not
It had gone to far
I reassured her things were to be okay
She said nothing
It had pierced her heart
The people who hit her were girls
Just as us
Here in a battleground
In a hallway of evil
And those girls heart too
Had been pierced in the halls
After the experience
My friend changed
She was different
She did not speak to me but I could hear her words strongly
I told her to stop but she wouldn't
Her mind was set to destroy
The destroyer
She changed
So I left
Never turning back
I didn't want to shoot in the war
I would rather be shot
So I left
Trouble bumped my old friend hard
Knocking her to her sense
She realized what  she had become
She came back
I did to
How did the bullets not effect you she wondered
Though getting shot is no fun shooting will destroy you in the long run
So I will not shoot but bring up the shot
I will nurse them
And the way I stay is I promise myself now
While I'm strong
Rather then later after I have fallen.

The little mermaid

ARIEL

She sits in a corner wishing he would see

She sits in the corner hiding

She knows he will never love her

She knows he will never look her way

She knows he wishes for another

She knows he saw what she was and he is scared

He walks in the open

He sees her in the corner

He is glad

He saw what she was

He is scared

But he loved her

He walks home

He knows she is watching

He is done

He turns

Their faces greet

Their eyes meet

Their hearts link

But he is scared

She feels it

She breaks

She runs

Tears stream burning her face

Knowing not one soul will love her

She is near the sea

Her red hair whips in the wind

She slips in and descends deep into the abyss below

Every day it forms

She fears it

But she can't run from it

She wishes it was gone

He saw it form

He watched as it grew

A tail a mutant fish girl she thought

He trusted her

A monster

But he loved her

He fled to the sea

To find her

Fear was gone and love replaced

He saw her

The tears she had shed

Then he approached

She dove scared of him

Scared he was to kill her

Because she thought his love gad gone

The man she loved had turned she thought

She descended down

He sought after her for his love did grow

A girl of her kind approached

She could stop the forming

She priced the red hair girl for voice

Love only could bring sound

She healed the forming

The red haired girl swam to the man

She knew he could now love her

Although he already did

She did not hide in the corner

And he did not fear

Their faces did greet

Their eyes did meet

And their hearts did link

He started towards her

They reached

He spoke

She tried

No words came out

Not a sound

He kissed

She too

Silence broke

She was loved

She spoke

He did to

The words rang out

I love you

Imprint of labels

Imprints of labels

I watch as she imprinted words on a small note

The ink sunk into the paper

It was a word that seemed meaningless

WEAK

It read

I saw her imprint it on a girl I knew to be strong

She stuck the note into the strong ones skin


The note was wrong

But it began to sink into her skin so deeply that it left an imprint

As it scarred I began to see her become weak

Now the weak girl began to write a note

The ink sunk into the paper

It was a word of offense

DUMB

It read

I watched as the weak girl imprinted the note on a girl I knew to be smart

The weak one stuck the note into the smart ones skin

The note was wrong

But it began to sink in

It distracted her and then I began to see her become dumb

The dumb girl began to write a note

The ink sunk into the paper

It was a word more rude than the others

Unimportant

It read

I watched as the dumb girl stuck the note on a girl I new to be very special

The note was wrong

But it began to sink in and it left an imprint

The special girl began to hide and left herself behind and I began to see her as unimportant

I saw the unimportant girl began to write a note

The words sunk into the paper

They were terrible words

UGLY OLD HAG

They read

I saw the unimportant girl stick the note on a girl whom I knew to be beautiful

The note was wrong

But it began to sink in and leave an imprint
And the beautiful girl became testy all the time and snappy and I began to see her as an ugly old hag

The ugly old hag began to right a note

The words sunk into the paper

They were terrible sorrowful word

NOBODY LIKES YOU

It read

The girl approached me and stuck the note to my skin

It was wrong and I knew

It was wrong like all the rest of the notes because people did like me very much

I ripped off  the note

It could not imprint

I now knew I could rip off others

I went to the ugly and pulled off the word that had covered her she was once again beautiful

The pretty went to the unimportant and removed the word that has hid her and she was now special

The special went to the dumb she removed the words which distracted her and she once again had an open mind

The smart girl went to the weak and  tore off the painful word that shot her down and she was once again strong

The strong went to the girl who had started the chain with a note a note that read

LOVED

And she imprinted it into the girls heart

And now  each girls heart has a word that keeps it going and keeps them from falling a word that has been imprinted deep into their hearts.

LOVED

STRONG

SMART

IMPORTANT

BEAUTIFUL

And

LIKED

These new imprint shield every label that tries to takeover

And they protect each girls heart

Now instead of labeling

They are the ones to rip off the cover that conceals the talented and beautiful.

24 years and forevermore

 24 years and forever more

Day one: the baby was wrapped tightly in a a women's warm arms she smiled gleaming at her precious baby a tear of joy streaked down her cheek an arm reached out at her so small and fragile, and she held onto 

Year one :His hand: was the tightly wrapped in hers as he slowly let go he began to walk wobbling unsteadily on his plump feet. He laughed gaily as he wobbled back to her smiling she grabbed him and 

Year two: she pulled him tightly in holding him so close as tears steamed down his face and blood gushed from his knee. She covered the scar and gently rocked her child brushing her fingers through 

Year three: his hair it was a mess when he woke up and the brush was missing, yet to her he was so perfect even with his hair  standing on end she smiled lightly and

Year four: kissed him on the cheek she did for he lay in his bed softly his chest rose and fell. She sang him a lullaby softly under her breath while tucking him into his covers. She stood up and 

Year five: walked towards the exit of the small kindergarten where she had brought her child to stay all day to learn unlike preschool . She slowly opened the door when she suddenly felt a squeeze on her leg she looked down to see 

Year six: Her small child at her feet was doing homework, repeatedly singing the ABC and spelling out words. She lay down next to him and

Year seven:  She saw tears of determination dying she grabbed him gently and lift him off his bed dancing with him watching his tears slowly turn into laughter. She bent down and

Year eight: for the eighth time she tied his soccer shoe lace and watch as he hurried into the field with his third grade buddies. She watched as grass stained his knees  and he kicked the ball so hard it hit the goalie in 

Year nine: The face of him did scowl. He had test to do and sports he couldn't. She told him school comes first he again scowled angrily complain of how much work he must do and how 

Year 10: He does love soccer so much and wishes to play comp but money the mother was short of and the father as well. She says sorry and while dropping him off at school she kisses him on the cheek, he did

Year eleven: Blush, she knew she saw him blush. Every time the little neighbors girl says hi his cheeks turn dark shades of red, but he won't admit that he has a big crush on 

Year twelve: Sally, he just made her cry, he was trying to be cool but he just was a jerk, his mother scorned him and his face was one of ashamed. He said sorry with 

Year thirteen: His head down in shame he admitted he got a bad grade. An F was all he could say through his stream of disappointment tears. She patted him softly on the back and he sobbed 

Year fourteen: quietly as he walked into high school he said good bye childhood and then his mother watched as he disappeared into the big doors of the school. He went up

Year fifteen: The stairs to his mothers room seemed to high to climb as he lay barley conscious on the bottom of the stairs, he was sick and he called to his mom in concern of missing exams he was

Year sixteen: so nervous was he, his hands did shake as he grabbed the wheel and began to drive, through twist and turns and he shook as 

Year seventeen: he pulled into her driveway, he watched as the girl of his dreams walked out of her house and onto the prom dance floor with him and 

Year eighteen:   She kissed him as he left into the building and his mother cried holding him close. He parted from the two loveliest ladies one his mother the other his girlfriend.  He smiled 

Year nineteen:  as he held a book of knowledge in his hand as he exclaimed the truth of the gospel to the people he taught he rejoiced 

Year twenty: as the people he taught were baptized by Emerson he had a tear of true happiness streamed down his face. He had

Year twenty one: worked so hard he did. He finally after a two year intermissions of service he finally was at college and his mother was there watching him go off on a new adventure. He walked into his life happily and he 

Year twenty two: Surprisingly passed his exams and went onto his second year in confidence, prevailing in all he did, excited to meet challenges, and he did

Year twenty three: kiss many girls he did but the one that was right he kneeled on campus with a ring in his hand and her in his heart and she said yes. His heart was filled with joy when 

Year twenty four: he heard you may kiss the bride and he kissed her in a dip. And their lips did meet their eyes did greet and their hearts did link, and on their way into a new life they smiled knowing they were happy. The mother watched as her son left to start a new life but she knew he still be her baby after these 24 year and he will be her baby forevermore. 

Reflecting

Reflecting
My reflection is blurry
I can't see myself
My face is smudged
Foggy
Unclear
The makeup upon my face pollutes
The beautiful girl hiding underneath
I smile a smile not of my own
I laugh a laugh that is not mine
I talk a talk not of my words
Not only was my face polluted by the world
So was I
I looked deeper into the mirror
Trying to find myself
Some where in the blur of the world
Some where in the steam
I wipe away the smears
And I see eyes of my own
I wipe away the smirk
And my smile is back
I truly laugh
For I'm me again
I'm no longer clouded
The world told me to change
I was weak
But I realize that I can be strong
So I wiped away the blurs in the mirror
And for once in a long time
I truly
Looked at someone
Who I knew was worth looking at
And I truly saw someone
Worth being

Noises

Noises
Noises fill the air
Yells of anger
Cries of fury
Tears of frustration
Arguments rise and fall
The small voice of cheer is muted
It tries to hush the noises of the world
It tries to hush the traffic honks and yells
It tries to quite the technology screaming for attention
It tries to silence the gossip
But no one seems to hear it
Expect for one
She mutes the phone and hears the wind
She stops honking in traffic and listen to the birds
She stops yelling at the other drivers and notices natures song
The birds did hum
The wind did strum
And the bugs chirped along
Showing the small voice of joy in their rhythm which the people did mute
For she found the simple sounds of joy because she muted out the loud sounds of the world.

Treasure.

Ruby
I sit in a river
The water glides past me
It smoothly weaves  around my edges
I sit in the river
Small bits of gravel began to hit me
Covering me slowly
Denting the edges which were once smooth
I sit in a river surrounded
Shiny pebbles throw their gravel at me
They cover me slowly
Hiding me hurting me
I try to get into the current
In hopes the pain will wash away
In hopes the hideous gravel would escape
But it doesn't so I stay covered.
Children come to the river
They have buckets to collect
Two small hand dive into the chilling water
They grasp a hands full
Me within
The palms are warm and slick
They rap me and the pebbles together
Close
So close
She releases  us
I fall into an abyss of pebbles
 I continue to hear a repetitive clanking sound as the pebbles are plopped into the bucket.
Then the sound stops and we began to move.
We arrive somewhere
The palms once agin lift us up
We are set on the floor
Children surround us
I feel ugly for I'm still covered
Each child's hand misses me
They call out I call this one
I want that one
But I'm left untouched
What is that a child wonders
It's gross
The children pick me up
I'm tossed aside
Outcasted, alone
The children leave
I sit their still
Wishing to be back in the river
Steps thunder the floors
Small palms rap around me
Treasure she says
Her blue eyes gleam down at me
She show her parents
They tell her I'm worthless
She still says treasure
And takes me to a small room
Gently she washes me
Water from a small object pours
It drenches me
Slowly cleansing my edges
Smoothing all the jagged cuts
A towel rubs over me
Softly
Making me shine
The towel comes off
She screams
A loud howl
Foot steps pound up the stair
What's wrong the voices boom
It's treasure she says
A beautiful treasure
Light reflects  off me
Red hues cover the air.
The dust from the pebbles are gone
I'm a ruby
Because someone
Believed I could be a treasure
That I was more than just a rock.