Beach

Across the dusty ground,
a light, a soft, comforting gold.
Waning warmth and friendships felt,
salty air, bitter and sweet.
The feeling of freedom, of eternal peace.
Lazy birds cry in the air,
back and forth in gentle breeze sway.
Dreams are alive and well,
floating in the air; potential is there.
Sculptures and games melt away,
as the soft cool approaches.
Time has no hold just now,
all is one lovely dream.

First Blood

A scent in the air,
a shiver across fur.
Closer to the target,
metallic taste in mouth.
Creeping slowly, eyes glinting.
Calm, peaceful scene,
soon to be changed.
Gentle breeze, hint of dark.
Roaming, unaware,
innocent life, innocent hunger.
Closer still to the target.
A slight stumble over stone,
sudden awareness, panic.
Let loose, bursting forward,
energy unleashed.
No time to run,
eyes grow dark.
Eyes gleam with success,
and the taste of first blood.

Summer Day

Golden light, warmth and laughter.
The smell of green, musky, sweet.
Shoes forgotten, along with cutlery.
Wild freedom, drifting clouds,
and warm water.
Dead creatures ignored,
laughing, cool shade.
Sitting, dreaming, eyes open.
Eating, singing, timeless peace.
Blending together, dry dusty road.
Forgetting; blissful silence.
Cool breeze, hint of rain.
But for now it is summer.

Attic

Decrepit, dusty place.
Cobwebs spun, stick to my skin.
Memories flutter in the breeze.
A hush, a whisper, a slight remembrance.
Scuttle, scurry of hidden creatures.
Rot, musk, forgetfulness, lost.
Watchful blind, golden light.
A wish, a dream, packed away.
Stolen thoughts, worn out floorboards.
A silent flutter, crystals in the air.
Voices silenced, frozen smiles.
Creaking door, final farewell.
And the magic once more is lost.

Real

If no one hears, do I still exsist?Would there be meaning or a purpouse,
if no one ever spoke to me?
Why am I real, what makes me so?
I'm only as real, I believe, as others
try to make me.
So I must try to make others real,
so that I'll real as well.

Artist

An artist, in my own way.Creating creations like my Creator.
Praising through work,
words gliding across a page.
Dreaming and seeing potential,
blank canvas could be anything.
Memories become my future,
sculpting, painting, writing, making.
Every success bringing joy,
every failure bringing knowledge.

Float

Erase me quickly,
Before I melt.
I don't think I exist,
I'm only imagined.
If you forget me,
will I still be real?
I'm not really here,
An invisible dreamer.
Drifting away on a string,
Floating away forever.

Animalspeak #1-Crow

I hear you, dear friend. But no, I can't come out to play. I have too many things to learn, to hear, to see. No, really, I can't come play right now. I'm sorry.
Please play, please, outside.
I can't, not yet. Oh, you cheeky fellow, taunting me. You're having such fun, aren't you?
Shiny...food...want some?
You can't come in here, you know that. Others don't like you and you'd be chased away.
I'm the king, I win. They can't chase me away.
Silly fellow...you're strong among your own kind, the one at the top of the garbage can. But here, where I am, you'd seem weak.
Foolishness....
I know. It all is, really. Funny how similiar our kinds really are sometimes.
We fight for food, because we need to eat. You fight...for what?
Nothing.
Nothing at all, except because of pride and selfishness and power.
You kill your own kind...for food?
Not really. I don't suppose you'd quite understand what 'war' is.
'War'...when all of you hurt each other...for a long time...food for us, then.
Yes, my friend...I suppose so.
Please come play now. You aren't learning anything anyway.
I don't suppose I am...

Snow Storm

Little promises of freedom,gently floating down from above.
Darkness becomes just a shade lighter,
and so the world is slowly transformed.
A blink of an eye, a lifetime later,
and all is a cold, frozen wasteland.
Wind dancing on unguarded flesh,
shivering bones clacking together.
A mess of tears, frozen in time, swirling around,
soft lights turning bitter, sharp crystals.
Slowly painting out the lines, all color
burnt away into a mesh of meaninglessness.
Life hangs frozen in the air,
suspended in a timeless landscape.
Eternity looms, all in a single moment.

Larkland

Dark silhouette,
echoing thought.
Calling my name,
my heart soon caught.
Dear familiar stranger,
treading every dream.
Always calling to me,
from betwixt and between.

Faery

Light, hollow boned,
thin gauzy wings.
Slight dreams, a fantasy,
remembering future thoughts.
Songs and poems in the air,
reminiscing fear.
Hear old words,
gentle whispers in
a storm.

Stubborn heart,
Stubborn head.
Round and round we go,
Roller coaster dreamscape,
Never ending "fun".
Merry-go-round isn't merry.
Bullet flies but not as fast as
bad news.
Dreams and reality blend,
lines completely gone.