Tuesday, February 21, 2012

Summer Girl

The summer day has ended and alas another night of snow.
To see the stars in the dark, while the little white faeries dance upon our noses.
The angels in the snow, enjoy the sky too, yet it is all they see.
I close my heart and wish for warmth again, while my toes freeze, without the sand.
I will always be a summer girl, but this once I belong to the cold.
I will wait and wait until the first sprout comes up and then I will run and see the sights of the world.
For I am traveler, and I will stay where I am content at the moment.
But my long legs will carry me forever.
I will see the earth inside and out. 
While the faeries dance on our noses.

Friday, February 17, 2012

I Still Will.

Stars down on the streets.

Walking through the wind with the sun.

Snow fall in the summer.

And world flipped outside down, in some way.

Without you in it it would be right side up.

Is it good, is it bad?

We don't know.

But we know where we are now.

I love you, but forever more I must walk a straight line.

And when the upside down world without you falls, I'll still love you.

I'll pick you up, even if it bleeds a rainbow of tears.

I still will. Forever.

Once upon a time is nothing without that.

Little Marks Of Us

The spring is coming,
the flowers will burst.
But alone I will wait
On the doorstep of yours.
And when the sun rises,
I'll walk away.
Butterflies will chase my heart,
but I know I am too late.
Love fades and yours did.
Mine never will.
Summerset grant me one wish.
To see you again in the rain,
to dance and laugh once again.
White roses have turned to red and a tear escapes.
The queen of cards knows I have lost the gamble with my love.
A bitter sweet dusk.
Time is a friend and an enemy,
make it enchant.
Destruction is all around, and as the sprouts come up from the ground, remember me.
My hand rubs the surface of concrete with our initials and looks for those little marks of us.
We left, making us known.
Each place has a meaning. Each notebook has a word.
There is a dream of moments and each passes by.
A picture put on the wall of the sea can let you run.
But if you keep on running, where will you end?
I will be a sparrow and fly to the next destination.
Chase me or catch me.
Or if you please, leave me there.

Lala land

Butterfly colors all around in the air.
Oceans inviting me to the depths for tea.
Dreams for the tree branches to grasp.
Shooting stars that give you wings.
I wait for the full moon to arise so we can sit and talk about the months as they pass by.
A new year came and is now gone.
Roses are blushing at this sight.
People say I am crazy, but really it isn't true.
I only express myself in ways only nymphs can tell.
The music from their harps carries me.
Lala land is not to far away, but it seems like miles.
I walk through the forests only to find that Dorothy was wrong about the lions and tigers and bears.
I look and wonder how a purple heart can change a sunset.
A house appears in the forest and I walk in.
A witch wants to cook me up, but she is the one to fall.
I ride swans down a river to gold.
And find a dragon.
The dragon takes me away and we fall in love.
I love my dragon.
We fly to the clouds and find a mountain top.
My dragon melts the snow and makes spring come early.
We lay there, together and wonder where the seasons have gone.
They like to hide.
So, we decided to play a game.
To find summer and bring it's warmth to our hearts.
The game hasn't ended but I know I am going to find it somehow.
When I find summer, I awake in my bed.
The dawn is coming up and I know my dragon is looking for me now.
I wait all day for night to come and then I walk through the door.
It leads me to my fairytales once more.
Neverland and Peter Pan welcome me back.
And the child inside of us all goes to fly with the dragon.

Friday, February 10, 2012

Moonlight for Dusk

Moonlight, shining at dusk's peak.
The lake glitters and swans hide in the reeds.
I walk across the water,
hand in hand with the water spirit.
She laughs in delight, 
spinning me till dizzy.
I have nothing, yet I have everything.
How am I to be alone? 
When I am surrounded by billions of souls.
Call me a fool,
call me a liar.
But even I do not understand my hollow heart.
It's haunted and chilled, 
in a place of warmth.
Irreplaceable, deceased and cold,
I am yet.
For a fair maiden can be cursed.
And the wolf in me will hunt.

Thursday, February 9, 2012

Goodbye Lullaby Dreamer

I wake in a room, where knives are in the walls and blood stained carpets hang off the windows. It a misunderstood situation, some would say. But it is a dream today. The room has black wallpaper but it has been shredded by the nails of us all. It's  only escape route is the metal door, by the windows with the bars. I pinch myself to wake up, but the room seems not to be a dream, but an enchantment. I walk around the bed that is fit in the middle of the room. It's red blankets with black roses seem to be in the wrong room, but the feathers that stick to it make it perfect.
I sit down on the floor and rub my hands against it's sticky surface. I lay down finally, and feel the coolness of the black wood on my skin. My eyes close and I remember my old mother's lullaby. I hum it to myself. If someone were to walk through the bolted door, I would probably be the right piece of furniture for this nightmare of masterpieces. I keep still and wait. I Wait for the lullaby dreamer to rescue me, I wait for the prince in shining armor that will never come. I wait for sanity to come and show me the portal to reality.
If only, if only.

Wednesday, February 8, 2012

Guardian Angel

A new beginning.
Change in a form.
Hope in a soul.
Light cast through your heart and filled the darkness with a fire.
Truth prevails.
And in the darkest hour that you will see, a guardian angel will save you.

Too Late

     I stood there, while the creatures fought for hours. My heart stopped at the moment. Fire and ice surrounded me. I was burned alive and then frozen. The dragons only seemed to fight on. There was no way for me to escape this painful terror. My strength was weak and the I could carry on no longer. So I fell, I fell through the clouds and the sky. I almost believed I was an angel, drunk on the butterflies in my stomach. When I hit the ground, my whole body finally gave in and broke. The grass was cool on my skin, and my life was numb. I wanted to feel something to let me know I was alive. But I was afraid that the pain would be too much for me to handle. I was stained red with the blood of others and myself. My eyes continued to flutter as I looked up in the sky and saw the clashing colors. It was almost like a fireworks show but the screams of people and innocents were unavoidable. I knew that others were falling from the sky and that they themselves would not survive.
     If only I could crawl into a hole and be found somehow. I knew that I would die because it was just a part of life. It was a natural cycle. But some had more time then others. I closed my eyes trying to welcome in the common fact that death was near. But I wanted to live, didn't everyone? It only kept me clinging to the earth. I was a broken toy and would be left in the playground behind the woods, where no one would find me until the earth was dug up and it was to late.