Descriptions

Brown Chair-
Five wheels on the bottom connected to a rotatable middle stem piece that leads to a black bottom of the seat of the brown cushioned chair that has a back similar to it and on the right hand side there is a black handle that lets you move the chair up and down to the correct height for you.

Henna on my Hand-
Chocolate brown swirls of smoke and fire flowing gracefully like trickles of water across the pale tanness of my skin. In the turns and twists of smoke I lose myself in the gentle beauty of its simplicity.

How you would describe air?
-Its the space between you and me, as you breath deeply you feel the fullness it makes in your lungs yet as you sigh in remembrance of a better time you are amazed at the emptiness i leaves inside you.
-Summer sir is full of heat that weighs down on your shoulders and fills you with a feeling of drowsiness and comfort. The chilly winter air is sharp as an icicle that leaves a sting across your cheek and has you gasping for breath.

When a Brick Becomes a Feather, When a Fire Becomes Snow

In that moment
That the sickness finally struck
I knew what it felt like
To be a brick and a feather
A blazing inferno and a chilling snowstorm

It was as though I was a bird
Caught in the midst of a blizzard
Tossed about from side to side
Fragile, weak
The cold piercing deep inside
Straight to my heart and soul
There was no escaping it
The prison of white surrounding me
I was held captive until the end
Where I was but a pile of feathers
Unable to move
Lost in the fields of snow

I felt as though I was the brick walls
Of a burning building
Blazing from the heat within
Stuck fast where I stood
Unable to get away
Heavy, unmovable
Around me everything is a blur
The fire consuming me
Putting me in a delirium
Eventually I fell hard
Unable to pick myself up
Because I was but a pile of brick
Lost in the rumble of destruction

Amongst all the burning heat and the freezing coldness
The weakness and inability to help myself
It was almost easy to forget who I was

Dark Beings

I looked into the eyes of what I thought was evil, something I once wished would die. I looked into those black abysses and the lips responded.

"Why do you coware, why must you fear me? You think me a demon sent by the Devil to torture and cause pain? You are mistaken, for I am not evil, though no longer am I good. I was once an angel sent by God to do good deeds and spread his word of Heaven and salvation. I was once an object of purity and innocence, like all that are in Heaven. But I made a fatal mistake while here on Earth. You see, in Heaven, we love but we love all equally, not one angel is loved more then the next. But here on Earth its different. I fell in love with one, and I was punished by God and forsaken.My wings were taken and my halo banished. I was trapped here, stuck never to see the perfection of Heaven again, but made to suffer for eternity by watching all the ones I fall in love with die in their mortal lives."

Once those words were spoken, the forsaken angel walked away and a new feeling of sadness replaced the fear I once held for that dark being.

What Makes A Person

What makes a good person commit a crime?
What makes an innocent guilty?
What makes a nonbeliever pray?
What makes a criminal think twice?
What makes a lover cheat?
What makes a saint a sinner?
What makes a demon save a life?
What makes the devil cry?
What makes an angel lose its wings?
What makes God punish us?

River of Time

What's inside each of us?
Does anybody know?
Do you know the secrets
That I've always hid inside?
In my death
Will my soul be released?
My secrets shared
Set free from my body
Set free from my mind
Will you be able to see
My life story sketched on my face?
What words will be told
On my tombstone
For everyone to see?
Will they represent
The true me?
What beauty will happen
In the place that I'm buried?
Will nature try to run wild
Like my spirit?
And will it forever be tamed
By those that pass me by?
In my death
Will my words be heard?
My poems read?
My habits kept by others?
Or like many good things
Many magical and beautiful things
Will my memories be forgotten
In the ever-flowing river of time?

Forgotten Roots

Shadows in the distance
Only half seen through the haze
Are there humans approaching?
Or is it nature standing tall?
Through the mist that clouds my eyes
I see them together as one
Man, living peacefully with nature
Made in the image of the still figures of the forest
Made to protect
Made to care for
That which is defenseless
Why can't we truly be that way?
One with nature
One with our self
Instead we neglect our home
Our roots no longer stable
Distancing our self from where our roots once belonged
We forget our own history
We're told to make the future better
But in doing so
It is our souls that are forgotten
Our lives diminished
You need to use your lifetime
To make the lives of the future
Greater then the ones now
But when that time comes
The cycle will begin again
The cycle of distancing our self
Until finally
We forget who we once were.

Travel Trough My Dreams

Days of exhaustion
Needing to relax
To find a better place
My bedis a comfort
My secret
Home away from home
I let myself fall into it
It's like a cloud
Tempting me to close my eyes
And when I do
I fall
Into an abyss of darkness
Open my eyes
And I'm on the dark side of the moon
A place filled with utter darkness
But in the shadows awaits
Many mysteries
 I see Alice in her Wonderland
Dorthy finding her way home
Ariel looking for love on land
Bella finding beauty in a Beast
Aladin marrying a princess
Flying away on his magi carpet
Away into the night
I fly alone
I spread my wings
And I can go anywhere I like
I see the Northern Lights
The wonderful pyramids of the sand
The vast greenness of the Rain Forest
I go to the depths of the ocean
I swim with the dolphins
Upriver with the salmon
Into the icy waters with pengiuns
I step onto land
And run with the wolves
Becoem the prey we eat
I run away in fear of death
I become free
My wings spread
I can go anywhere I like
To a fantasy land
Full of fairies and magical creatures
I'm at Hogwarts
Battling against the Dark Lord
I'm in the Shire
Helping Frodo on his journey
Walking where ever I like
Through all fifty states
Across the vastness
Of Russia and Asia
To India with there many Gods
To the plains, deserts, and savannas of Africa
I battle alongside the samurai of Japan
Sail in the mighty crafts of the Vikings
Until the journey ends
In a different places
Then what I left
I travel back
Through all that I went through
I stand alone
On the dark side of the moon
I jump up
Back into my body
Back into my bed
The cloud that took me away
I rise from my secret
Home away from home
And I begin a journey
Into the real world
Away from my dreams
My hopes
I travel to find
All the my dreams promised
And find nothing but my real life