A story in my head
But poetry on paper
A long string of words
Guiding into lines
A plot thickened
Into something deep
Characters shapened
Into inanimate objects

And the ****** unfurls
Into this

As I meet lightning eye to eye
And the wind calls my name
I know that I belong
Destiny has gifted me her self

The clouds roll in
The light dims
The temperature drops
The wind picks up

A storm has arisen
The dust rising
The water falling

There is always a story to be told when it rains

For life is like a stone
It is big
And it is solid and can be
Very hard at times, all times
But
It can be forged and shaped into
Something of our creation
Something useful

Make me feel something
Anything
Free me from this glass case
And waken me
Wake me from the tips of my feet
To my fingertips
And free my lips to speak
And relax the smile always on my face
I'm not supposed to feel happy
All the time
Fix my cheeks, which are stained
With tears, that caused great faults
To break open under my eyes
Waken my eyes, which haven't closed
In so long
And make me realize that I am here
I am here, aren't I?
I want to sweat, I want to shiver
I want to laugh, but I want to cry
There's no more time
The dust is rising, my stand is slipping
Free me, please
Wake me from my numb slumber,
Awake
Let me see more than what I've been
Looking at forever
Wake me

I am insecurity encased in a sheer fold of confidence
The fetal state of vulnerability
I am the shield that never seems to bend, yet is always in the forge
Holding strong for every life behind it

I am Jean Grey, the phoenix, losing her temper
Destruction incarnate
I am a book whose pages are fermenting, emitting odor so sweet
A story to be told and bounded by the pulchritude of fear

I am defined by nothing as, "A definition excludes the possibility for change."
And "We are only a moment," so make that moment last
I am kindness, brutal honestly, pride
With change and without

Keys never open doors
Hallways never break
Glass always brings blood
Dripping is what I hear
Water never picks sides
Justice is always served
Revenge is lying
Truth is a dream
Nightmares are for children
Elders always die
Living is irrelevant
Relevance is key
Locks will always be there
Because keys never open doors

My mind is stuck in a place
Of quiet contemplation
And my face is set
In stone

No one notices the racing thoughts
Going through my mind
Only I am aware
Of every movement my brain does
With out me realizing it

Such quiet, and change of perspective
Helps me realize the fascinating things
That others may or may not see
In the world that we claim we are so
Involved with

This is a place of no judgement
A place where thoughts run free
No anger, no fear, no sadness
Just quiet contemplation

Bleary-eyed
Tongue dried and cracked
Muscles weak
Confidence meek and tried
Weighted down beneath your armor
Maybe thinking your a goner and hoping for a win
Hunger biting
Continual fighting and fear
Fear maybe not for personal soul
But to bring right to those who stole the true meaning for justice
Carrying soldiers across the plain
But fear not, soldier, for you will walk again
With the weight of a victory striding you strong

As the quiet of night
Erupts into sound
And light
And a cool breeze comes in

The roar of wheels on road
The trill of birdsong
The cacophony of toad
As they host a daily party for Sun

The color blue with many a shade
Always the favorite
As the choir and band of morning played
And the stars begin to flee

As lights flicker on aplenty in every home
And animals stir
The sun yawns and begins to roam
Across the sky always her journey

A bird that flies
Is a moment spent feeling
Air on the back of its wings
And water spraying from the
Ocean far below
And trees that grow and change
With grasses reaching far above
And birds that join one
Become two, and three
And flocking through the
Orange skies
Becomes a dream, a soft
Calling of the night energy
Surrounded by friends
And the moon rises
Slowly, making darkness
Seep into the bones
Of every bird, as they lay
Down for the night
To wait for the sun to rise