Ashes gritty grayThe kindest heart batteredAssailed by sneers and ordersYet holding dreams improbableDay ends to day ends  Magic touch descendsSo briefGoodness awakens yearningHeart of power capturedSearching for the oneWho lost the shoe of glass

Looking at a picture, you are captured in time.So long ago, it sends good chills up my spine. You toiled together to make the bare land go.Made a home, a place for your children to grow. I never had a chance to meet either of you.Searching for my roots made me feel blue. Two children, a boy who would become my dad.The other one, a pretty girl, my auntie you had. I have been to the place known as The Ranch.Proud I am, on y...

As she started to wake she did not want to open her eyes and let others know she was awake just yet. She had to get her thoughts together. She had to remember what story she would tell this time to make them believe her. She listened and very carefully opened her eyes so slowly. Until she was sure she was alone in the hospital room. Yes, it was a hospital room. She did not remember being taken there, but she had been many...

Standing here at the foot of these ancient worn stone steps, that lead up to those massive black iron doors of the gate that stands there. Flanked on both sides by walls having rough hewn images carved on them which have been nearly erased and blackened by time and by age. Yet the walls and the massive gate they support still stand. As I turn slowly and survey the that empty snow covered square in front of me, and looking...

It’s not just me being afraid of the dark Just so many ghosts that will haunt me and bark It’s not just me trembling that other strange side Just that I am so certain there’s someone behind It’s not that I wake up from dreams that went bad Just that I could smell him and his bloody hand And ain’t it that tales speak only the truth? SO some creepy fairy will come for my tooth? And ain’t it that evil will rise from within?...

The reason so many people do not believe in magic is that they never make the effort to find it. Even then, their idea of magic is completely wrong. When people say magic, they think of wizards and witches, figures who utilize certain kinds of magic. They picture a wand, a staff or a hooded figure chanting spells, magical items and enchantments. Never once, have these things truly been just magic. It is far more complex a...

I could smell the peculiar saltiness of the sea and the waves were audible to me. My eyes fluttered open to the bright blue sky and I had to shut them back quickly due to the scorching sunlight. After a few seconds, I managed to open them again and sat up. While I was feeling the sand beneath me, my eyes adjusted to the surroundings. I was on a seashore, which was unfamiliar to me. Clear water, waves splashing, big brown...

It is said that still waters run deep.A curious mind does never sleep. Probing the depth's even in slumber.Dreams from the past do encumber. Some try to put one's soul under.Some steal our mind and plunder. Bring us back in a cold sweat.Sent bolting upright with fret. Semi conscious, trying to ponder.What the hell was that we wonder? Searching the depths of our dream.Asking one's self, did I really scream? Wakening myself...

I woke up dreaming of you.Holding me close to you,But it wasn't meant to be you.A dream that never came true.It was then I had met you.I just knew I had to get close to you.I only chose you.A dream that never came true.I gave my heart to you.I fell too quickly for you.I let my breath fade as I look a you.A dream that never came true.I had fought for you.Sometimes even against you.Just because I love you.A dream that never...

“Here we are,” Miles said stopping in front of an apartment building. I was still taping as I got out. “You can help unload if you put that thing down,” Miles said sounding like a dad. “You wish, I can still help,” I said as I reached into the back of the car to pull bags out one by one. “There I helped,” I said once I had all of the bags out. I turned around in a circle taping the sky and everything that was above us. I...

There are times I am sure,when others look at me,and see nothing,but an idle mind.If they only knew...What frolics inside my head,they would scurry away in fear.If they could see past my vacant stare.Just behind my eyes.Through the swirling,menagerie of images.If they could hear the voices' intonation,their chants and rants.If they could only see and hear what lurks...That the idle mind I project,is not really me. Every w...

No one can reject the human nature, that makes one feel good in living; without which, life is all in vain. Enjoy every moment given, feed every desire, every dream, every deviant thought, be curious, explore. Revel in living life to bursting, it is yours to live, no one else's, unless you choose to share. Let every bolt from the blue tweak your desires. We only have one life, live it to the extreme. Be ravished by the be...

My dreams are of true beauty, of eyes that make me drown, the eyes that fill my vision,that made my walls fall down. My dreams are about flyingon the golden wings of love.Your eyes, your heart, your beauty,that's what I'm dreaming of. Don't care about that ocean,don't care 'bout distance too,don't care what holds me herebecause I always dream of you.

A flicker of love, with no regrets. Sent down from above, so no one forgets. How beautiful we've become. So lost in eachother. I love you. I don't love another. Together forever, until the end of time. Never without you, you'll always be mine. All my thanks go to, that flicker of love with no regrets. Sent down from above. So that no one forgets.

In the morning, he walked to where he moored his sloop. He loosed it and sailed off to work. It was his last day. He thought of this day for a long time. When his day ended, he carried his things and tossed them in the trash. He bade his fellow workers goodbye. He untied the rope and sailed into the bay. As he sailed, he decided to fulfill his dream. He set the helm and turned into the setting sun.