Painters DreamCotton candy cloudsswirling behind thesilhouette of trees.Night in the distance,blanketing the landin a smooth blackness.The descending sun;a radiant glowbehind a mightymountainous fortress,named for the diamondshidden in secretmazes of caverns.Bleeding painted dabs;watercolors oforange, yellow, pinkstroked on the canvasof the endless sky.Fireworks of lightbefore darkness falls.Tropical paletteon a summers night.Memories of home.
SandboxOur childhood fun and games are blamed on dad.He thought that sandbox fun would do us good."When I was young, I wanted one so bad,"he said and built the box with some pine wood.The sand was brought back home in two large sacks.He grabbed them, quickly tearing open eachand filled the box, not missing any cracks.We thought our sandbox could be like a beachand dad said, "Beach? It's like the desert, kids.""The sand feels good between our toes," we cried.We began playing games with some cup lids.And dad was happy, smiling big with pride.My sister, Sylv and I had fun for days.Our sand was used in many awesome ways.
A Song for PoseidonThe star is a stagAnd it growls in my heartThe mighty stare and such powerThat a single night wouldn'tBe enough twinkling starsHe is a stagAnd I a doe and a poetWhen he gazes at meIn the mist swirls of a darkNight, I shiver and smileIn the red of passionWe glare and yell, yellAnd laugh
InnocenceShe enters as softly as a baby's breath,in a sea of gray-white mist, floatingas quietly as a new dawn.There is nothing so pure;nothing as beautiful as the fair Innocence.A light glow radiates off of herpale purple-pink skin.Long strands of spun goldflow from her hair,carried from a wind that doesn't seemto exist.Her robes of silver thread hang gracefullyfrom her body, swaying with every step.She speaks not,only smiles like she has a fond secret that she cannot tell.Eyes, blue and icy as a cold winter's morningwith reflections of tiny stars sparkling.By her side, a small white foxrare in these parts and even rarer to be seenin a human's companion.She carries in one hand a book,bound in white leather and gilded on the sidein pure gold; the book of innocence.On the cover, a small detail that can't belooked over, is a unicorn, the purestof all creatures in the forest andher guardian daemon.The creature cannot leave the forestbut she carries him in her heart as w
Character SketchThere once was a manWho grew tired of his hairNo matter the day it always was a different colorSometimes spikes and sometimes spotsHe was so fickle about itNow this man was a very popular oneI do recall a timeWhen he hid his head from everyoneAnd teased and teased about the outcomeQuite a joker this guy isI guess he's into the partying and the fameHe isn't much of a drinker at allHe gave it up pretty much before he even got started on itHis dress is often colorlessHe prefers to indulge in just plain blackHis hair as mentioned is a different storyThe locks on his head were black at a young ageHowever it is true that no one in this dayEver keeps it very natural anywayAnd by his side was his trusty dogA boxer, loyal to the endAnd on the other a guitarElectric and white with stickers from bandsHe saw or liked or played withA character this guy isReally loud and quite funWith a twin brother always nearbyHe is outspoken and wildDecked out with piercings all over h
DreamerDreamerI close my eyes and wish that I were deadand I pretend that you were just a dream.I wish I'd made you up inside my head.As I begin to realize this dread,all of my mixed emotions make me scream.I close my eyes and wish that I were dead.Heartbreak isn't something I can just shed,fighting it all back, the tears start to stream,I wish I'd made you up inside my head.I spend my nights alone and in my bed.My life is cold and empty so it seems.I close my eyes and wish that I were dead.I should have known that we would never wed.You made me take my life to the extreme.I wish I'd made you up inside my head.Well, I should have loved someone else instead,it seems now to have been a stupid scheme.I wish I'd made you up inside my head.I close my eyes and wish that I were dead.