Savory SacrificeBrown feathers fall, whippingcracks escape surrounding treesas heavy pants free from aching lungs.Fear across face, blinding, dripping off beak.Destination freedom, so feetscuttle, scurrying from soundsof slow following footsteps.Closer, closer, never breaking pace.Frantic flapping falls short, wings laylifeless at sides. Feet no longer move,yet nearby creeping continues. Single steptaken before feathered body shocked still.He stares into the eyes of another,whose soulless slits clobbers heartagainst his tender chest. Wings raised highnearby sky close, containing endless blue,but hot stones shoot, paralyzingmuscles. Heart explodes, red poursand stains autumn scented leaves. The scurryingstops, heartbeat no more and rustling forest falls silent.
Miles BetweenSun rises again, miles between us remain unchangedlike rushing rivers and extended state lines, closer than hand.How many days must pass until I see his face again and graspno longer cold, empty from dangling fingers. Leftto clutch, nails boring deep into palms, aching to brushagainst his chest as a new sun rises, miles between us remaindistant as memories of smoldering eyes. A slicedand split photograph cannot compare so I will waitfor the day until I can see his face again and kissthose sweet parted lips, tempting, burning red.They danced against my tongue, leaving behind taste of sugarinto the morning and rising sun where miles have changedas our bodies curled underneath cotton sheets,twisted and turned, conforming to our tenderentwine. How many days must pass until I wake upto beaming bright lights through glass, sunwarming cheeks. Eyes flutter open, gazing at curledhair, angelic expression and misty eyes. Sun rose, milesbetween us faded, and the day I can his fac
Once MoreSoft satin caresses, sweet lips touch,sending heat down my spine. Fingersintertwine, brushing mouth, cheeks,hair, leaving nothing behind. Desirecontrols, your lust craving more,hiding the picture. Moving lipsshow mind’s hunger, representingwavering ways. Sick of twisted motives,such childish play, now say her nameonce more, rekindling blazing flames.Red drops of passion puddle upon floor,draining white fingertips damp, speakonce more. Deepen fresh woundswith twisted smiles. Say her nameonce more, I dare to hear such sounds.If not, hold your tongue, your eternalpeace, and never move those lips from mine.
Black VinesNear vibrant flowers, emerald vinescurl and crawl across covered meadows.They embrace, black vines dancingupon skin. Glorious body art.Dark ink curls, blossoming firstflowers, flourishing sweet summer.Yet tips bare brown fruit, witheredwrinkled skin as amber sheds life.Ink fades grey, dancing patterns ceaseas vines drop last fruit into fresh snow.
NightmaresI watch your blood sprayand twist with rolling wheelsas hell holds my dreams.
Resolutions"Camila, open your door, now."The pounding shook my door against its frame and knocked the pencil out of my hands. I tried to pick it up off my desk but moved too fast,knocking papers and pencils to the floor. I reached for my supplies when another shout hit my ears."Camila, I'm not going to repeat myself."I grumbled under my breath, saying words I knew I couldn't repeat in a few seconds. I rushed off my seat and over to my closed door. Thepounding never died, leaving my ears throbbing. I covered my ear with one hand and opened my bedroom door with the other to see my mom glowering.She stood over me, eyes boring into my own. Her lips mashed into a scowl. "You have been ignoring me for the last ten minutes. What are you doing here?"I swallowed a large lump down my throat. "I-I-I was just-"A gasp flew past her lips, interrupting me. She shoved past me and entered my room, eyes wide. I knew we were both staring at the samething: dozens of sticky notes against my walls.She
UmbrellaRain poured from the grey clouds, drenching the brown soil. I watched the weather from the inside of my apartment, watching every drop as it hit the ground.However, that wasn't the only thing that captured my eyes. Standing at the bus stop was a young man, looking in his twenties. He stood tall against the storm, holding a mere umbrella.How it help up for this long was beyond me. The wind blew it inside out, leaving the man soaked. He had no reason to hold onto it anymore, yet his fingers wouldn't let go of the handle. He stood as a statue, waiting for the bus.The rain kept falling.
OpenDark dingy dungeon, alivewith desire. Chains diginto wrists, seepingevery last drop.Eyes missing day light,longing warm love againsttender cheek.Key resting on wooden tabletop. Long ago did it call,now silence.
RebirthFlower withers, dies.Stem falls, soil swallows seed.Life begins again.
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MLP: Dreams and RealityThings don't always happen as we plannedbut that doesn't mean we shouldn't tryof going on and onuntil we reach the sky.An inspiration in the cloudszipping through puffs of whitea rainbow stream following behindthat would leave many in an awe-stricking sigh.Pull a little harder,Lift a little more:Dream and strive with everything and everyone,For adrenaline for a true dream is at the coreYou've done everything you can,but you crash and crash again.Dreams and reality are not close relativesand it requires a little sprain.What if the sprain becomes too muchbecause reality says you can't do it?Bitter tears of broken dreamsand a horrible, deep, cold pit.When the reality of the dreambegins to tear it apartthere comes another lightone that is better than the other by far.Things don't always happen as you planbut that doesn't mean you shouldn't try.Keep going on and onand you just might reach the sky.
Children's BookA is for AlphabetB is for BeeC is for ChickenD is for DogE is for ElephantF is for FreedomG is for GreendaleH is for HeroI is for Inigo MontayaJ is for Jackolope K is for KaleL is for LepersyM is for MonacoN is for Nuclear BombO is for OrangesP is for Peeing your PantsQ is for Queen of EnglangR is for RestrictedS is for Shitake MushroomsT is for TurtleU is for UnderdogV is for VolkswagenW is for WarriosX is for XenomorphY is for YoZ is for Zebra
So What? "So what, if there are monsters underneath my bed?" I whisper to myself, lying on my back in bed. I stare upwards, the direction of my ceiling; though I cannot make it out in the pitch black that occupies the space between it and me. "Perhaps they are just as scared as I am; perchance I am just as much a monster to them as they are to me." I considered this for a few moments and smiled a little at the thought. I wondered if I was the first to entertain this idea. "Maybe," I searched my consciousness for the right way of wording this, "they are just lost, and need to find their way home." I decided that this made enough sense, and rolled onto my side --closed my eyes-- in search of sleep. Just as my conscious began to drift, I thought I felt a subtle vibration and grumble that originated from underneath my bed. Instead of allowing this to frighten me, I only smiled a warm, tired smile. "Don't worry," I breathed, "I wi
The Book DragonWith shining hornsSharp teethSparkling scalesMuscular bodyBurning eyesAnd reptilian headThe dragon makes his way homeHe has in his grasp many other items to add to his ever growing hoardThe dragon brings them from all over the worldAnd he will not release them until they are in their proper placesFor this dragon is not the sort to leave things lying aboutHe makes his descent to his houseLands on the giant stone stepsAnd opens the large ornate doorI am waiting at the bottom stairInvite in hand"Come on in. For I would love to share and show what I have brought and learned."I follow on in through the doors that are far too giant for meAs we head through the carved cave wallsThe hall opens into a roomAnd my eyes become open wideThis dragon is not a gatherer of metals or precious gemsHe is a collector of books and knowledgeFor every single shelf was lined with books, maps, and even a telescopeI did a slow turnMy eyes devouring all that lies before meThe dragon look
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Mr. PringlesMr. Pringles was a fish that lived in the seaOh happy was heFull of glee, in that seaHe swam and swamSo happy so free, drinking his teaOnly one could dream of the life that is heThat Mr. Pringles in the sea