Wishing Well
Tales of the withered old wishing well
And the powers with which it came
Appear in tales told across the world
An enchanted well granting wishes so they claim
Travelers appeared from near and far
Some wishes small, while others grand
They’d toss a coin, their eyes screwed shut
And wish and wish, to the well they’d command
But unbeknownst to them
Those who closed their eyes to wish
Swimming within the wishing well
A kindred spirit with magic to give
For hundreds of years, she answered their calls
Helping who she could from down in the dark
Her magic brought miracles, gave life and joy
Her granted wishes gave the hopeless a hopeful spark
But as the years went by, her magic slowly dwindled
Disappeared with the wells stolen reserve
Human greed wasted her magic away
And the wishing well dried without a single concern
With her magic gone, wishes became lost with the wind
She could hear their prayers, hold their offerings still
But with no way to grant them, she simply sat by
And legends faded just as they always will
Visitors have since stopped coming
And her spirit grows ever lonely with the years
No magic to help, no offers come with calls
The well’s dried up so all she has are her ever growing tears
She cries for the girl who tosses away her only coin
Tears fall as she wishes a wish that can’t come true
She cries for the little boy who wishes do be strong
And wishes herself for their wishes to be too
After all, a wishing wells not a wishing well
If the wishes are never granted
But no matter the wishes thrown to the wishing well
To the wisher, may never be handed.
Negative
Full of hate. Full of history.
Full of different oppinions and lies.
No solutions.
Recycled traditions passed down.
Mixed emotions. Color of skin. All this hate again.
Younger generations fighting for a cause only to find twisted laws. "Is that's right."
Death of leaders, the past, the present, and future. A soldiers plight to get back home safe and sound. Music blasting, bombs bursting in air. It's time for a change for all to see. So that we can unite and be free. To love whomever we please. And live as one Nation, under God, with Liberty, and Justice for all. Leaving all of the Negativity behind.
Adore
Oh, How I adore you.
Eyes sparkling like amber captured by your smile and pearly white teeth. I blush at the mere thought of you thinking of only me. Your essence surrounds me as if the sun was Jealous of your hair and nose; My Prince. Until the end of time I will be there for you. Only you own my heart and mind I truly love you. Cause beauty is all I see. No one can replace you but me. I am the killer Queen whose sure enough to blow your mind. Until the end of time you will be forever mine.
The Melody of Spring
Winter left behind
Cold mildens
Almost.. vanishes.
What was once barren,
now turns to sundry hues.
The soft winds whisper,
"Winter has melted away."
Blooming flowers
with vibrant shades of
pink,
blue,
violet,
orange,
red,
and even yellow.
Each pushing their way up from
the soil that has been warmed by
the newborn sunlight.
Each budding fast to share their
immense allure.
The perfumed scent of the
infant, delicate
blossoms
puts us all to sleep.
The rain that occurs
every now and then,
to rejuvenate the plants
that give us such pleasure.
Buds sprout,
animals come out.
The once-white hare,
and the foxy cat.
Eyes open everywhere,
new lives join our beautiful world.
The melody of spring is heard,
the song that will forever remain in our hearts.
The Veteran’s Wonderful Return
I don’t know
What to think
Not anymore
My heart
Pounding
In my chest
Has become
Dangerously numb
Where did emotion go?
Flames of passion
Sparking out
Dying
Before my eyes
But all my soul does
Is sit and watch
Taking in the torture
Holding my breath
Till the last light
Flickers
And disappears
And now
I realize
I have failed
The universe cries
My battle lost
Wounded and injured
I try returning home
Admitting defeat
But sadly
The path is unclear
Vision blurred
Steps faltering
I cannot tell
The sky from sea
Nor sand from feet
I am weak
Blood runs
Never seeming to end
Where has
My commander gone?
I am lost
Slouching on the sand
Heaving air
Though my heart
It seems to fail me
The roughness
Against my cheek
Red streams
Stain the earth
The troops
Continue
In the distance
There they go
Leaving me here
Alone
The tides rise
Reaching for me
Anticipating
The taste
Of my soul
If the water
Only knew
How bitter it is
Back and forth
It comes and goes
The fingertips reach
Then retreat
Am I
Really
That scary?
Will those
Sweet waters
Ever touch me?
And float me
Away to paradise?
My eyes closed
The sun
Shines
But my heart
It remains dark
Lost in sin
Surrendering...
Oh, mighty warrior!
Look how far
You have fallen!
Alas
Life is cruel
Strips your innocence
Your prized possessions
And now
Where do you lie?
On the dunes of time
A lost little gem
Amongst a cove
Of dazzling pebbles
Wait!
All the way deep
In the corners
Of your heart
To the bottom
Of the sea
Look farther
Past the reef
What is that
I see?
Are my eyes
Deceiving me?
That sparkle
Radiating
A blinding star
In the midnight sky
Why
Dear child
That is, you!
Lost amongst blankets
Of deep dark secrets
Your spirit
It was hidden
By doubt and fear
Those terrible foes!
Invading you land!
But please
Brave soldier
Can’t you trust me?
I think its time
To regain
Your strength
Which you lost
To the dark
Let us bring
Your beautiful
Living
Breathing soul
Back to life
What do you say?
Time to move
Get up
Off the sand
That eats you
From the inside out
Though your body
Heaves with strain
Coughing blood
Do not worry
You will be okay
Here
Take my hand
My companion
Oh beloved
Lean on me
I will carry you home
For I have
Truly missed you so
Thank you
For returning
My beautiful star
Veteran
You have won
This war
Now
Let us go celebrate
Your wonderful return
Sight
Observant people scare me.
I myself am not an observant person,
and so often, I don’t realize that they can see through the walls I’ve put up.
It isn’t that I’m afraid to be judged, that’s not it.
I don’t care what they think of me.
That’s not why I hide.
The reason I built my walls and keep them up
is because my moments of weakness are just that:
a weakness.
I can’t let them catch me with tears on my face
or an ache in my chest.
The fact that they’d see is plenty reason for me to stay hidden.
When a person takes the time to pay attention,
they catch the moments of awfulness that I don’t broadcast.
Those fractured glimpses of vulnerability,
internal struggle obvious within me.
The reason a sharp-eyed person frightens me
is that every once in a while, I suffer damage to the walls I’ve so carefully constructed.
A difficult day or a frustrating subject, and suddenly,
there’s cracks in my shelter all around me.
And if they’re watching, they see them.
They see me, and there’s nothing more terrifying
than being known.