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The Ones of Magic
In a time....long ago,
a time that no one knows.
There lived creatures....different
from you and me,
creatures who now....almost no one
can see.
Creatures who do...to the greatest extent,
use their magic...for their own intent.
The creatures I speak of....the
ones of magic,
are fae’s.....the one’s who make
their own logic.
Most are friendly, wise, and beautiful,
but some are tricky, mean, and unreliable.
Consider yourself lucky...if you
meet one,
for their magic is....a great source
of fun.
To meet a fae...is a great joy,
they are the fairies....of every girl
and boy.
So if you meet a fae....tell them this
and they will agree,
to say hello to Lady Titania and Lord
Oberon for me.
Creatures of the Night
As I look out at the night...I wonder....
Are their creatures hiding under....?
The shadows down so deep....
do they lay there...peace in sleep.
Do they lay there...dozing in the night...?
soon to vanish at first sight.
Do they lay there...dreaming of the
beauty of the night?
Only to have their dreams halted...by morning's
light.
And as morning's first light comes over
the shadows so dark...
do they open their eyes and get up with their
back in an ark?
and vanish into the air....
with barely a care.....?
Is this how a creature of the night
spends it's time....?
living mysteriously...like a long, magical rhyme?
The Cycle
The teenage girl watched him...breath
his last breaths,
soon his body would give into....calm death.
His breaths were coming slower now....
quieter and quieter still.
The nurse came in, shook her head, and
closed the window sill.
The nurse looked sadly at the girl by
the boy’s side.
The girl looked at the nurse and breathed
a silent “why?”.
The nurse sighed and quietly said,
“He just can’t make it....the wounds are
too severe.”
“The shots pierced his lung and spine.
He’ll die soon....I’m sorry dear.”
Tears welled up in the girl’s green eyes
and ran silently down her cheek.
They were so good together....Homecoming
was just in a week.
He would never make it now....to dance
and laugh by the stage.
Because his anger and jealousy had killed him,
he had died from his rage.
He had been so mad that night.
So mad he had decided to fight.
He had seen her with another guy.
His anger built up. He started to fight,
she started to cry.
She fought and pleaded for the fighting to end.
She didn’t want someone to lose and someone to win.
Just when it seemed her boyfriend had
won the fight,
thats when the gun came into sight.
The other boy glared at his rival and
held the gun high,
He aimed the gun and with his eyes
said ‘your gonna die’.
The next thing she remembered was three loud shots
followed by blood.....lots and lots.
Now he laid here....dying in the hospital bed.
She sighed and on his chest gently laid her head.
Then she heard his voice, quiet and strained,
say so lovingly
“I know you weren’t there to hurt me...I know
you weren’t leaving me.
I know this now...but now I have to go.
I’ll see you again, don’t forget I love you
and now you know.”
Then he died. He breathed his last breath.
She cried and cried...til she felt she had
no tears left.
Her boyfriend was gone....forever more.
Now she had to settle the score.
She walked out of the hospital room, her mind
filled with anger and hate.
She would avenge the death of her boyfriend.....and
she wouldn’t be late.
Dream of Life
One night I had a dream,
a very important dream....it would seem.
For in the dream I saw 2 sides of my life,
both as sharp as a knife.
In one side, the real world I saw,
in which was disease, war, hunger, and law.
As I looked at this side I for the first
time noticed,
that even though their was bad...their
still was goodness.
Although in this world their was constant
violence and death,
their was also constant love, and babies
taking their first breath.
Then I turned my head to look at the other side,
my imaginative world...I swelled with pride.
For this was the world that I had created,
my own little world...where I could be anything
I wanted.
I could be so many different things it was amazing,
I could be a goddess, a gargoyle, and a phoenix
with wings blazing.
I could be anywhere....at any time of day,
I could make the scenery look any-which-way.
I smiled as I looked at my imagination,
at the effects of my deep concentration.
Then, as I looked back at the real world, I frowned,
and glanced sadly at the ground.
But in that second I knew,
the truth...was at that moment true.
For living in your imaginative world is okay
for a while,
but then you have to stop and recincile.
For the real world needs you...as much as
you need it,
it needs you to stop the contempt.
Every now and then your imagination is good too,
its always good to look at your own view.
I smiled as I knew the meaning,
of the dream I had been seeing.
At that moment I woke up and looked around,
I sighed and laid my head back down.
"Now I know what I must do,
I must write this poem for you.
To remind you that you must balance real
life and creativity,
to make sure that you may have sweet, sweet, serenity."
An Angel I Shall See
An angel.....is so beautiful,
I've never seen one....but I know
their wonderful.
I'd love to look upon an angel's face,
to see their loving, devoted grace.
But, I know I shall see this...
when it is time,
after I have finished writing.....
all my rhymes.
I shall see one....when the Lord takes
me from this world,
takes me home....to be His little girl.
I know I shall see an angel someday,
because I have already made sure...I have a way.
I gave my heart, my soul to Jesus,
He is my ticket...the one who free's us.
So one day...the angels I shall see,
when I enter heaven....to be alive forever
and free.
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