Love’s Precious Thing.

The swaying of the trees mesmerizes the dog.
He gazes through the window at it, wondering if it would be fun to play with. He hears a door swinging on its hinges and thinks she’s back! The lady is back!
The dog wags its tail furiously waiting for his friend to come and play fun games with him.
He barks and runs towards the door and sits down in a heap. It’s just some boy who never ever plays with him.
He pouts and wonders when the lady will return from something that’s called a school.
He notices that his muzzle is dry and so goes to get some good tasting fresh water from his water bowl. He sighs, he wishes the lady to come soon.
He sees the cat and chases it for fun because the cat was such a grouch and decided it needed to lighten up because the lady is coming soon.
The lady, the lady, the wonderful lady is coming soon! He chants in his head.
He hears the handle of the front door rattle and jumps in excitement towards it. The lady is here! He gushes.
The other boy related to that other boring boy and who is also supposedly related to the lady came in. That’s no lady he considers. He slumps to the ground exasperated for he misses his friend terribly.
He wonders how such ugliness could be related to such a beautiful lady? He gives up trying to guess the answer when he hears the back doors handle shake uncontrollably.
The lady whistles out and cry, “Hey boy where are yah?”
He bounds towards he faster than a car and jumps into her caressing hands.
He sighs, while she says, “Did you miss me?”
You can never guess how much he quips.

This is for my friend, kennedy, she doesn't go here. but i still love her!
                    

        The Arrival
They fall and keep falling.

One by one they disappear forever.

Each day, each night it gets colder.

The crispy cool air freezes everything it envelops in its wake.

Children laughing in the distance.

The air damp from all the moisture.

The sun peeking out to wonder if it is its time;

the moon shadows its retreat. 

The wind whips the falling leaves around.

The same breeze catches my hair making it slap against my face.

And when I take this all in, I think; will we get an early winter?

It can’t though; it’s the arrival of autumn. 


Fall is my favorite season and i think of all the colors so i made a poem, of course you can see that!

      

     Darkness Comes.
Darkness comes; flashes of burning fire erupt in the air.
Tormented screams ignite the night’s cool touch.
The sound of wings choruses amongst the darkness that intrudes unto the borders of sanity.

People shouting instructions to one another even when they are too frightened to do any such good.
Earthquakes;
unsure to be stable or not.
The song of death strikes out to undesirable humans, making them fall to the ground.

Death feeds on the fear the victims it gives it.
Hope unable to rescue anyone.
Blood seeping out in exposed wounds.
It collects in big puddles, which seems to grasp out at anything, dead or alive.

The pounding sounds cause everyone to grasp their ears.
Children are crying for their mothers and their papas to comfort them.
Woman and warriors fearing for their loved and lost ones.
Grief comforts no one.

Animals shrieking amongst the bodies of man, not understanding what’s happening.
Love ruined, anger interrupted for courage.
The only means for survival is gone; washed away with non-existing and realistic tears.
A whole civilization destroyed for what they did,
they destroyed humanity.



I like dark things! HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMWWWWWWWWWWWWWAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
       
        Ever After?
When sleeping beauty opened her eyes she saw the most handsome man she ever looked upon, which is quite along time since she had been under a spell for hundred’s of year’s. The man smiled at her, the most brilliant smile she ever laid eyes on before. He had the hair of autumn chestnuts and the eyes of the ocean surfs. She couldn’t help it she smiled back. He laughed seeing her struggle out of the lumpy bed. After a while she gave up, she needed help. So she acted blunt and asked, “ Are you going to help me? Or just watch me struggle?” He snuffed his reply and lifted her out of her gigantic embroidered bed; he set her on her toes making sure she wouldn’t go tipsy and falls towards the stone floor.
She wondered what happened to all her relatives that weren’t in the castle when the curse found its destiny. And then she thought of a very disturbing thought; was her savior related to her? She looked up into his adoring face and banished the thoughts. She didn’t know what his name was so she asked him, “What is your name sir?” He replied, “Whatever my love wishes it to be.” She opens her mouth in a surprised way and asked him, “What is your birth name?” He grins and decides to answer her, “My name, my love, is Barnm.” Oh she whispers to herself and thinks what an unusual name that is. She then wonders about her parents and tries to ask him but he steals a kiss from her. “My parents?” she gutters out from suddenly being shy. “Safe I presume, and I shall take you to see them.” he answers.
He led her to the dinning hall. It was thick with dust and spider webs, she backs away with disgust, and she spies out her parents making arrangements for the castle to be cleaned. “Just like them to be two steps ahead of everyone.” she whispers to Barnm. He nods and says, “At least you’ll be able to eat without the bugs getting into it.” She noticed that she was famished and thought with all this fasting for these past year’s she should be able to wear the latest gowns.
She wondered what year it was so she pulled Barnm aside and demanded for him to tell her. “Why my lady, it’s the year 1620!” She gasps and he asks her if she’s all right, “Well the last time I was awake was,” she pauses and he urges her to continue, “was in 1514.” His eyes bulge in surprise and he tells her, “I knew that I was suppose to wake up the beautiful lady from her imprisonment but I didn’t know that you’ve been asleep for many, many years!” “Do you really think I’m a beautiful lady?” she gushers out and steps back and bows her head in embarrassment for her abrupt departure of words. He understands her emotions and speaks out kindly, “Well, you’re the fairest lady I’ve seen so far.” Arora blushes and suddenly remembers that they have not been thoroughly introduced so she strikes up the conversation by telling him her name, “My name is Arora, I’m pleased to meet you.” Barnm remembers the custom of royalty and replies, “Lady, my name is Prince Barnm of the Eastern lands, I’m here to escort you to be my wife.
Arora swoons with shock and closes her eyes but opens them quickly to make sure she does not fall under the enchantment again. Before she could ask Barnm if he was joking her parents walked upon Barnm and herself. Her mother encloses her in an embrace and laughs out in joy, “ My daughter, my dear daughter I feel like it’s been ages since I’ve seen you! Well now I guess it has been, catching up on your beauty sleep have you?” Her mother releases her and looks at her daughter’s face, “ My, my, my, you look as fantastic as before the sleep came on in!” She looks up at her mother with pleasure. “But mother, you will always look better than I!” She interjected. Her mother smiles and Arora finally looks at her father, “Father!” She puts in after she makes sure she won’t cry with relief from the past exploit they all just finished sharing. He grabs her into a big bear hug and tells her, “ Guess where I’ve been sleeping these past years? The lou!” She stifles out a groan of remorse for he smelt a little bit of rancid liquids. Her father laughs out loud for her distaste shows up on her face, “Father! Do you think I really need to know that? And besides you’re in front of a guest as well!” He looks around and seeks out whom Arora was talking about; “ I apologize for my rude behavior and my un-natural tongue.” Barnm looks as if he’s the one who’s going to swoon, but he quickly grasps his composure and speaks out, “ Sire, or if you prefer my lord, it is your castle I make no objection’s to you.” The king scans Barnm and liking what he sees he nods and continues by saying, “You’ll be a guest in my house, stay as long as you want.” Barnm wonders if this is the right time to bring up the proposal between Arora and himself, deciding it wasn’t he gave the king also a nod, finishing it with, “It would be my pleasure.”
They were full from having the biggest feast in all their lives is when Barnm opened up the subject of marrying Arora. The king started to choke and had to spit back his cedar into his goblet. “Mary my daughter? Are ye’ daft boy? She should be a free woman since she cannot be an heir, if you really want to marry, ask her.” Barnm lowered his eyes and said, “Aye sire.”
Arora heard this conversation through the wall as she asked earlier if she could be indisposed for some time. She slumped back against the wall and started to cry for she started to find emotions for Barnm inside her and she thought that Barnm wouldn’t want her unless he was forced to have her.
Barnm herd someone crying and asked the king if he could be excused for the night and so prowled for the victim. He found Arora not far away from the entrance of where he just was. He picked her up into his arms which she was a little bit relentless to do and since she was crying he asked, “Arora, mon petite beau, my little beauty what’s wrong?” She started crying even worse when he said that. “Oh please, please tell me what is wrong I can’t see you in such sorrow!” Barnm lowered his head and kissed her not expecting to be kissed back by her, but surprises do happen because she kissed almost desperately back. He raised his head in shock and wore a very comprehensive face on. “Arora,” he justified, “do you love me?” She looked away with desolation on her face and nodded furiously. “Then will you marry me?” He asked her. “ Yes!” She practically shouted at him. She jumped up and embraced him while passionately kissing him. While she thought she was kissing him she opened up her eyes wondering why she was in her room. “No!” She said, “It couldn’t be a dream!” Yet she knew the answer before she asked the question.
It was a dream, just a dream she wished wasn’t. She got out of bed, groaned from the dreadful position she was in and signed. How could she be so upset over a silly little dream? Maybe because it wasn’t so silly, she knew it was a dream but yet so real. Before she could analyze the thought more her mother came bustling in throwing the blinds to the sides of the frame, surrendering the light to the not so early bird which created a hurrying tired girl to the covers. Her mother had to drag Arora out of bed. Her mother couldn’t contain her excitement she started to talk before Arora knew what was happening, “Arora, Arora, my sweet. We have visitors from the East present yourself well, you must look extraordinary today, they’re very important to fathers kingdom, not to mention he has a son named Barnm, don’t you think that it’s a weird name?” Before her mother could finish her sentence Arora was in a very fine dress and out the door.
Arora ran through the entire castle looking for Barnm trying to if her dream was at least partly true. She ran into someone who was coming from Arora’s father’s parlor. She couldn’t believe that he looked like the Barnm in her dream. He looked so magnificent! He still had autumn chestnut hair and ocean surf colored eyes, she couldn’t help she gaped. He laughed his laughed and noticed she was crying, “ Ah my love, how it hurts me so to see you so down. You’re not the only one who thought it was just a dream!” And he took her into his arms and stole another kiss.



A different view of Sleeping Beauty from me.


        The Brilliant Stars.

The northern lights dance in the night; the wind sways the colors up and down.
Wolves howl their night songs through the air, and the stars twinkle overhead the world, far out of reach.
Snowflakes descend and create a mound of white cotton candy.
Children play snowball fights ‘till their mothers call for them.
A white owl swoops down to assuage its hunger, while its eyes look for other prey.
As a tired man forces through the snow to go home from his long labor, you could hear the snow crinkle beneath his footsteps. He lead himself to a house with smoke coming out of the chimney, and golden lights shining out of the windows.
Snow hares run around in delight for they are isolated from human hunters.
The hissing of water reaches unknown ears, sources would tell you that the sounds were made from whales.
Seabirds squawk their protest against the hands of the wind, which makes them shudder with wonder.
Sea lions bark their amusement for their fun in the ocean, and a powdered white polar bear lumbers through the chilly water, to get back to its den safely.
Memories such as these are still in dreams of children.
          But for how long?


I love the stars so much, technically i love night time, wish it was night time all the time!



     
      Lightness is in the air.
Leaves rustle as the wind changes into an anonymous sound.
Birds dance to the event of spring coming at last.
Flowers poking their heads out wondering if it’s time to come out of hiding.
The sunshine is silhouetted against a fury of gray clouds.
Chick monks chattering in the trees, while their cousins, the squirrels, chase each other accordingly.
The dampness clings to the air making everyone who’s out shiver with cold.
The ray’s of the sun is like little lullaby’s running still through the smoke of clouds.
Water trickling down the bases of trees, creating little puddles; just like ponds at the bottom.
Little drafts of wind sweep the leaves off the ground making them swirl with wonder.
Dogs bark at funny sights to their vision’s, when it’s just a person walking by.
Comfort entrancing people as they sit and drink hot cocoa at home; unless they burn their tongues, of course.


Hmm the smell of cocoa, need i remind you that i'm special?
        


       The End of Life.

Sweat trickling down her neck, the perspiration from fear.
Mouth dry and no saliva to moisture her lips.
Skin waxy and rough, and her goose bumps are rising.
Wind whipping her hair in her face, discarding her vision.
Pulse beating uncontrollably, making her vision edged with black.
Her blood pounding in her ears, while she tries to fix her gaze on unanimous objects.
She steps forward and her body shudders in slow motion.
The hairs on her arms stand up, competing with the goose bumps.
Her breath comes out in small gasps as she inhales difficulty.
She smells nothing, she feels nothing, she is nothing.
No light to revive her, only darkness to capture her soul.
She falls to her knees and cries out for a sudden death.
Her wish is granted and now she really is nothing.

Dark stuff, my opinion? it rocks! well i guess it's because i wrote it.




     The Runners.

Snow slapping against their panting faces.

Tongues lolling out. Saliva dripping onto the rolls of winter.

Their feet slapping against the ice as they run in union.

They hear howls echoing in the distance,
Their laughter vibrating with astounding pronunciation.

They set of with grim thoughts as the laughter diminishes their hope.

Their hope to cross the canyons of ice.

They gaze up at the looming walls of the transparent sheets of ice.

The icicles that hang up at the top of the cave twitch as the stocky canines jump and leap around large particles.

They stop and intake breaths of oxygen while scanning for any predators.

They declare that there are no enemies, and so search for something else, an exit.

They smell fresh air and bound for it as their spirits sore.

They reach the escape route, which is a beautiful cascade of waterfalls.

Each one takes a drink from the water beneath the waterfall as the other looks out for any means of danger.

They howl in happiness for they, the wolves, are now free.
 

I LOVE WOLVES!!!!!!!

     The Forest of Spirits.
The Fairies buzz around the treetops.
The crickets sing in the distance.
Hummingbirds roam throughout the blooming flowers.
Birds sing their songs loudly.
Tiny squirrels chase each other traditionally.
A tiny voice of a girl sings from the middle of the forest.
Joyful Pixies join in with her.
The song is sung about love and enlightenment; it protrudes in small waves across the forests presence.
Leaves are picked up and thrown around in tornadoes.
The moss is damp from the moisture that’s in the air.
The bottom of the forest is a place for creatures to play.
Elves dance to the songs that the petite female makes.
Gnomes play tricks on Leprechauns, and the Leprechauns try to get back at them.
This particularly forest holds The Secrets of Spirits.


I like spirits enough to write about them, i wish we could see them. oh yah' i believe they exist!



    Take A Bow.
Faces gaze up at you; you shudder and take a breath,
and you wonder what they think about the performance.
You feel a trickle of sweat running down the back of your neck, and you swipe at it.
Your eyes sweep across all the rows and columns, you see smiles and frowns that reflect off people’s moist faces.
You stand there parading in your pink ruffled tutu.
You bend your head in embarrassment through the heavy silence, while silent tears go down your cheeks.
You think of what kind of disaster you’ve landed in,
you sigh and remove the tears that flow unhappily down your
face.
Suddenly you remember that you have to take a bow.
You flap your arms in a gesture that’s supposedly a bow.
You straighten up, harassing the tough muscles in your back,
and as if god now just gave life to the world; people start cheering and screaming for your excellence.
The reason no-one clapped for you was that you just forgot to take a bow.
You smile and take another bow, and you shine out a brilliant smile, and realize it really was only seconds that bore your embarrassment, but it felt like eternity.


I'm a Madonna fan and she inspired me with her song Take A Bow. i'm a little old fashion, don't make fun of me!

   

       Sensations.
You shall never find me through the darkness in your heart.

I am lost to you forever, and yet I cannot escape you.

You taste like an apple gone dead, yet still bitterly sweet.

Your touch is icy, sending chilling sensations through my body, yet you are still hot as a pool of lava.

Your smile is like flies dancing around a carcass’s face, though you might think they are butterflies soaring through the air.

Your mind is as dark as your heart, unlike it; there is still just a pinch of light, if only you would embrace it.

Your eyes are like deep abysses of blood and still the ocean blue, which hypnotizes me.

Your soul is dead, for you are a mindless monster, raping women to satisfy your whims.

Yet, your spirit is as bright as the sun, but if you don’t change, it shall fly away as delicately as a dove in flight, and leave you as Bringer of Pain.


        I Am You.



My friend likes writing poetry about insanity, thought of trying it out, i think i made her jelous, for some reason.


Life all comes down to dreams.

I am the serpent that shows your sleekness; and I’m yet to be born.

I am the lion that stands guard over you cowardliness; and I’m yet to be born.

I am the dog that follows you everywhere, to the light or to the darkness; and I’m yet to be born.

I am the fish that swims through your selfishness; and I’m yet to be born.

I am the mother that milks you to be strong; and I’m yet to be born.

I am the father that pushes you to be proud; and I’m yet to be born.

I am the darkness that swallows your pain; and I’m yet to be born.

I am the light that gives you pain and remorse; and I’m yet to be born.

I am born; and I am you.



My newest poem is this when i got bord, sssoooo  yeah hope you readers like it.



Tempting Resurrection

You have been riding my thoughts lately,
I see you coming towards me with your sullen smile.
It still doesn’t reach your eyes.
Your hair bouncing in a frenzy swirl around you.
Your back stiff but the knees are shaking.
I could see that I’ve been riding your thoughts lately as well,
Or was I just riding you?
A roller-costar ride is all I need,
Not some swan bird paddling spree.
Tempting swallows me whole.
My heart beats faster than the speed of light.
Just put your hands all over my body,
Let me feel me fly into oblivion,
Let me touch inner resurrection.
My breath flutters like a butterfly’s wing.
A bead of sweat trickles down my neck.
Just let me hear my cry of plea.
Touch me with wet kisses.
My hands shake with excitement.
Lights are making me the center of attention.
I can hear the moans escaping my tender lips,
And my eyes rolling back into my head.
My long hair clinging to my body wet with perspiration.
Tears running down my face from the tempting resurrection.



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