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  She was certain this was a dream; positive in fact. One moment she sat in front of her house on the edge of her garden and the next she was here. Where was here anyways? She stood on a hillside, hills green and rolling. That was the only normal thing about it.     To her right stood a tree, tall and sturdy. But it was not just any ordinary tree. It’s leaves started out green, but as the wind picked up and gently lifted them from their comfortable branches they turned different colors. Flying through the air were leaves in every…

The rush of the wind, The darkness of night, The vastness of the country Make me realize, How truly small we are. The cry of a child The poverty of many The shout of an argument Often warn me I am not the center The smile of a friend The support of a team The twinkling stars Gently remind me I am not alone. The arch of the rainbow The mockingbirds song The fateful sunset Fill me with hope For that beautiful tomorow The bitterness of faliure The sweetness of success The excitment of a new challenge Always fascinate me…

Standing on the board,
waiting to dive,
Peering over the edge,
ready to fall,
Anticipating the water,
cool and smooth,
Waves crash below,
ready to hinder,
I poise myself,
toes hugging the ledge,
Arms above my head,
I stand in silence,
Jumping, I leap forth,
bold and free,
into the vast ocean,
of infininte opportunity.

There is life out there; A coin drops into waiting hands. Music behind closed doors. Dirty feet on a white wall. And the noise of you. Hands, Elbows. And then you. Pen flows, keys dance, lips take form, And words are born. Dance them. They are beauty, And our ways of life, All life. The door is lightly beaten, Day after day, Waiting for the footsteps it can hardly hear. Wicked: Evil, What would that be like? Explain it all to me, I’m beginning to forget what this is all in aid of, Is there some higher power? Or some…

Television is like a disease
It it used for entertainment
But puts creativity in coma
And causes cancer of imagination
Ruining wilderness
Watching trees
From a box
Balls and bats turned away
An electronic babysitter
Is here to stay
Unless we change
And turn away
A cube of destruction
Of fun and play

Uncertainty in every breath, every waking thought. Nightly battles I’ve frequently fought Wage in the dark catacombs of my mind. I’ve searched fruitlessly for what I can’t find: The answers to questions that I once knew. What it comes down to, is do I love you? Once I certain, once I was sure. I had a disease with only one cure. You invaded my head and conquered my heart. But of me, you wanted and wished no part. There was a time when you were my saviour, There was a time when I understood your behaviour. I’ve lost myself in…

A multitude of faces surround
And I see glory in every one.
But I’m still curled up on the ground.
On the ground, on the ground.

I’ll rub dirt into my skin
To hide the ugliness.
It won’t hide the horror within.
It’s under my skin, it covers my skin.

Are my eyes so covered?
Or is my mind simply poisoned?
Is the truth merely smothered?
Or is it uncovered, ugly uncovered?

I’ve felt your approach for sometime now, And I heard your steady breathing come near. Your weight settles on my bed—fears confirmed, With great stealth you creep forward, ever closer, ever close. Above all, it is your proximity I’ve cowered from. Held blanket and sheet over my face Hoping to drive out your banshee cry For nothing less could drive me from the sanctuary of mind. The soft silken whisper is all that betrays As you come searching for me. My own personal monster, my bestial tormentor Hungering for blood and milk. When I tuck my toes under the protection…

I suppose I could always buy a new face.
A new body, new emotion, new mindset, new place.
But the question I ask still rings in my ears:
Why can’t I find the beauty on the surface?

This is a picture of a small waterfall named High Falls. I decided to bring it on photoshop and make the background black.