Freedom.

The wind blows against her face, an ecsatic laugh bursts from her lips. Amazingly low below, the hard sturdy ground seems like only a dream. The power of the push towards the sky and the fright of the chance that gravity will wins takes presence in her heart. Her heart pounds uncontrollably, fear poisoning her veins for a slight moment but the feeling of freedom conquers the fright. Happily she finally finds her place. The soaring blows a smile onto her face. The beam of happiness radiates to the world before. She plans to never come down and soars along the clouds away from all the sadness she once knew, never to be bothered again. But to live on in true glory.

Dragons.

Her heart beats quickly, moisture clings to her face, her breath is heavy. Her eyes scramble looking for safety before the glossy zoning takes over. She knows the most feared is on its way. Her hands shake even as her legs sprint hopelessly. What happens when it comes? No one knows exactly for the monster takes all that come looking leaving no story to tell by lips, but told instead by gruesome ends. She knows every moment counts in this fateful chase. Her hopes for Glory and Fame are pathetically put to an end.

The End.

Finally I have something to write about. My inspiration has come from Erin and her lovely blog. 

I wonder if after I write this you will read it, 

It used to begin with once upon a time.

Yet I have a feeling that will never happen again. 

I see you every day, whether you notice or not. 

I have already let go of what we used to be, 

but I am still there holding you up 

and supporting you in doing what's right, 

that for sure will never change, 

and though I may seem more than hurt,

you are always forgiven, 

in reality it is me who needs forgiving.

It broke my heart to tear that fairy tale apart.

I tried my best to do it the right way 

But that was still my first time

and now I know how bad I must have hurt you 

because I am finally being hurt myself. 

Half of that is the way you treat me, 

like I am the only person who makes you miserable. 

Like being around me is the most dreadful part of your day. 

I am sorry that you feel that way.

Though you probably think I have it all wrong. 

I know I asked for ridiculous things, 

and over stepped my boundaries, 

but I am still trying to be your friend, just your friend. 

It's simply now I am not trying so hard. 

Why should I try that hard when I am sick of torturing myself? 

Torture from bringing myself back to those times when I had my own fairytale. 

Torture because I felt so bad for hurting you,

for leaving at what seemed the most important time to stay. 

Tortured, tortured, tortured for doing what was right,

for doing what I knew had to be done. 

I am sick of torturing myself for that. 

I know you never asked me to torture myself, 

that it was my own unconscious decision. 

but to stop the torture I might seem a little cold

a little less sorry,

a little more sarcastic

a little more rude.

I am sorry if you end up reading these too honest words. 

Soon I can finally let go completely, 

I just have to get away. 

I can't right now because everyday you are shoved in my face. 

Making me question myself.

I know that we will never be like that again. 

But you were my first love, 

my first boyfriend, 

my first kiss, 

the first hand I held, 

and the first true best friend.

how am I supposed to stop the torturing when you are falling in love again? 

When you are dating much more often than I?

When I haven't been on a date since you were the one asking. 

When I can't take any boy seriously?

So here are my feelings, 

spilling out on this poor blog. 

In almost poetic harmony, 

or terrifying hurtful words. 

now I can finally search for my Happily Ever After.

picture perfect.

She walks down the street almost clumsily Not nervous like other girls might be Her hips sway and her head is tilted, constantly wondering Her shiny smooth hair swings across her back her happy smile a permanent feature on her face she's Everything a simply gullible girl might be. Then you meet her ice breaking blue eyes with a realization she might just manipulate this is a girl that only a man might admire. a girl who seems absent minded enough to never understand delicate enough to always need a friend but curious enough to always let go along the same street a sad man approaches frowns permanent creases on his face his eyes seem droopy from all the tears cried his head falls up for a mere moment and he sees the beautiful deceitful girl with ice breaking blue eyes and a clumsy hip swaying walk with a happy laughter curling out anger flashes through his hands he hides before she sees his sad careful eyes hiding no deceit he pulls it from his jacket and lifts it to the front he takes a careful aim the shot is surely taken though a blast is never heard his evidence is never found the flash gave none away his anger is deflated her happiness not taken but captured is that second sitting forever on his wall a special picture perfect moment. photo by: By phlubdr

Fiery Anger

Peaceful anger rages inside
The poor little girl with so much to hide.
She knows too much
the hurt starts to show.
So she pulls on a cover
hoping others won't know.

a few breaths don't cool
Her sweet fire deep inside
it soars high towards her heart
A Poison spreading swiftly

The heat of her heart
burns her brain to a crisp
the next man to come
may soon fall to her flame
So the poison fire of anger
rages onward for fame

a nervous breakdown waiting to happen
the tears hopeful pooling
to extinguish the hate
but nothing can stop this feeling
Her anger causing the disaster.

Stormy.

The confusion clouded her every thought like a frost covers a window. Her warmed and happy heart shrunk into a falling cold snowflake. The Hail fell from her mouth as she screamed at her closest companions. Her anger was like nothing anyone has ever heard before. Upset about her behavior she searched through her brain for the little kink and problem, but was never able to find that tiny glitch. Everything around her would normally have made her extremely happy and content, yet every thought now attacked her guarded heart and every noise was lightning rocking her head unsteadily. Everyday the stormy clouds released their wells of wet happiness and soon her whole person was drained of feeling good or bad, happy or sad, loved or hated.

By powazny

Searching.

The beautiful words flowed through her lips and fell gently down to the floor like the first snow fall of winter. Every word meant the world to her but no one was there to catch the precious script as it traveled across her lips. No one was there to feel her deep cuts and bruised pain, and no one was there to share the vibrant rays of happiness. Every day she stepped through the doors in hopes of something new, or someone to join her on her journey, a journey of screaming, helpless words. Her words had no home like a lost bird flying after the flock. She was alone and isolated even as she was in the midst of millions of people walking quickly around. No eye contact, no hope of being found in her loss of voice because she accidentally hid too deep to be found. No hands reach out to pull her from the solitary life of the hopeless poor girl. She hopes someone will search hard enough but everyone only looks half way, waiting for her to walk the other half.

photo By - yt - Yusuke Tsutsui