Listen to the drumbeat, heartbeat loud
Top down, in the backseat, complete cloud
An End, Or The End? Years Passed.
I should no longer be nervous,
But my chest still feels heavy.
If I survive one more year,
Will I survive the real world?
Does fate want me to succeed?
Should I follow it or defy it?
alightinvisibility becomes me,
a colorless creature slinking about
excuse me, i do not
belong here, i should have known
better than to come here.
i sit still, wanting to be
one with the weeds, when the birds
mistake me for a gargoyle:
hideous, haunted, hardened
by the elements.
yet still they perch
over my shoulders, build a nest
of my hair. their wings incite
a humming in my heart,
their feathers form the foliage
which i part with uncertain fingers.
i am perhaps not ready to return,
but i fling seeds into the wind
for them to feed, for me to cultivate
the courage that i need.
400 Words of Hope400 Words of Hope
Nikki looked at the giant on the other side of the fence. The fence was made to separate her village from the monster city. Her village believed that all the monsters on the other side were evil and should not be trusted.
She was one of the few people that believed that with honesty and love, the village could work with the monsters and get along. However, the people of the village, even her parents, did not take her seriously due to her young age. Being only five years old, people thought that she was too young to make decisions like these.
What Nikki’s parents didn’t know was that she had formed a friendship with the giant on the other side of the fence. They have been talking to each other about the situations on both sides when it came to reaching peace. It did’t look good, and the relations between the monsters and the villagers had in face gotten worse due to a recent string of attacks by some monsters.
Tomorrow, her parents would go into battl
what an expensive commodity.
It is not words based on opinions held.
It is all the layers of my heart
in the vulnerability of truth.
Story tellerI gather up stories like vintage memories,
and I hang them up,
lined underneath my eyelids,
hidden beneath my ribs,
sought out by the lungs that still breath,
a voice that still has stories to tell.
DragonsWomen are like dragons,
hoarding old jewelry
for generations - treasures hidden,
dusted and dark
Fierce with fire breath
and surge harder than steel
gleaming scales in the dawn
Wise and clever,
wicked tongue - dangerous twinkle in the eye,
riddle upon riddle,
behind sly smiles
and dragonic breath
Never steal from a dragon,
wise man once said,
for they scorch the earth,
leave it barren
for they protect what is theirs,
never take your warrior for granted.
innocence reflected in snowfallsnowkissed cheeks
eyes full of wonder
as you look up at the stars
& you asked me how many i thought there were
& i said i wasn't looking at the stars.