The color of her skin felt soft and creamy at his touch. The light tan of the rest of her body was too hard to ignore, as pricing emerald eyes blinked slowly at the sight of her. Her heart was filled with love from an angel. She was destined to be reborn as an angel, an angel belonging to both worlds. The cold dark winds froze her skin slightly as the frost carried her along. The look of pure fear hit his body calmly, but the remains of a sharp stab wound would never be healed. His love had been taken from him. Taken back to the land of the living, too bad he wasn’t a part of it. The gleaming reflection of rosy, crimson eyes weren’t so easily forgotten or forgiven. The spilled blood covered and stained the surrounding floors, as pricing crimson skies smiled below him. Flames of orange fire gleamed and lit up the sky, as his body felt warmth. Even without her, the warmth he felt inside could never be melted or go out. His love  for her was still locked deeply inside. Locked away in the place his heart should have been. The moon was his sky, when the heavens cried as the night was his day. For a long time, blood was his life. At first she was his prey, but she found the way to his lost, darkened heart. Loving the monsters always ends badly for the human; it had been a rule, and now it had costed him everything.

Our wounds are often the openings into the best beautiful parts of ourselves. Our mistakes and accidents aren’t just caused by selfishness and misjudgment. They’re cause by foolish actions and madness. We make madness and foolish actions in each one of us, gathering over the years a foolish mistake is just waiting to happen. Us as humans can’t help making mistakes. Making mistakes and passing judgement over others is just what we do. To be afraid to welcome someone different into the world is in our nature. It’s not right, but being right doesn’t stop a person from continuing. ’’Don’t judge my choices if you don’t understand my reasons; that’s what most people tell themselves when they think of themselves. It’s strange, some don’t even believe the words they tell, there reasons for what they do, don’t normally even exist. Those who judge will never fully understand, not truly at most. Those who understand will never truly judge. For damage is done..

Cotton candy flames filled his view slowly, but carefully. The look of the fire roaring in front of him sent chills and shivers down his body. The touch of it never burned, and his flesh never melted. The hot temperatures rested against his chest as the grey smoke filled his nostrils, stinging his eyes, almost like fire itself. Even with the discomfort, he felt the thought never faded from his memory. He couldn’t erase it, nor could he pretend to relive it. The deed had been done, the mess taken care of. Even with this, the thought continued flaming flames across his brain. Fear was like fire. Fire could do many things. Cook for you, heat your home, give you warmth on a rainy day of camping. The list was endless. Even with this, fire could still do one major thing, burn a person down. Cook them and melt on the inside. The pink color of rosy flames was one of her favorite colors. She was a fighter, but deep inside a heart of beauty lived, even if no one could see it, he knew he could. She was beautiful. But she was beautiful in the way a forest fire was beautiful, only to be watched from a distant. He knew this. He knew at that very moment; the fire had spread. He knew he loved her, and deep down he knew her flames really weren’t red. But aqua blue.

Our wounds are often the openings into the best beautiful parts of ourselves. Our mistakes and accidents aren’t just caused by selfishness and misjudgment. They’re cause by foolish actions and madness. We make madness and foolish actions in each one of us, gathering over the years a foolish mistake is just waiting to happen. Us as humans can’t help making mistakes. Making mistakes and passing judgement over others is just what we do. To be afraid to welcome someone different into the world is in our nature. It's not right, but being right doesn’t stop a person from continuing. Right beats wrong. Usually.

Sometimes, it is impossible to rid of your demons. You’re demons follow you everywhere and anywhere. Riding them of you is never a simple task. But being without them can cause much worse things to happen. The demons you keep with you are fragments of yourself. Tiny bits of your soul, you’ve broken off and sent drifting. Since the day, you’ve broken those fragments off from yourself. They’ve done nothing but follow you around. They're hard to see, just as hard to hear. But that doesn’t mean they're not close. They will always be there, awaiting the day when you finally forgive yourself, and take them back. Demons are mistakes, accidents, and wishes gone wrong. There nothing but small fragments, you abandon. Learn to forgive them, and you’ll find, in due time. You can forgive yourself.

Amethyst light shined down upon the earth. Blue followed the rains of earth upon the people, as pink and orange aided the sun with beautiful sunrises. Green and brown followed the earth to bed every night, as the white from the moonlight shone, protecting those of a tiny heart. Her smiled shined brightest when the moon was out. The sun and moon protected those they cared for. Protecting her tiny smile from the wrath of nightmares and horrible creatures. The sun beheld in her glory, as the moon sent her peaceful dreams. When it snowed, blankets of icy cold white kept her warmth. The pure white covered her pure white face with water, as it dyed her hair white. Following behind was baby blue eyes. Following the sweetness of a sapphire smile. Snowflakes twinkled alongside her, as they folded, melting in the warmth of her body. The snowflakes offered her smile. The blizzards covered her head to toe in the blanket of ice. When it rained, the rain drowned her. Aiding in the morning's warmth sun, it quickly dried her. It healed her sweet pleasure with memories regarding Hazel jewelry. Fake and unvalued by others, it made the girl smile. The smiled kept the jewel alive, and in a way kept the girl alive as well. With the many smiles she’d receive in due time, they filled her with longing happiness. For the people were her happiness, as she, their treasure.

A tree's branches are all different. Most times, either different shapes, sizes, and color. A tree is what makes a person who they are. Given a belief and a benefit. Trees give life and receive life. They work together in order to keep earth stable and animal life granted. A tree can be different, just as anything else. a human being, an animal, or an object. Are all different. My branches comprise my beliefs, benefits I give to those around me, and those I love. My tree is small, but not defeated. it just because it’s not strong yet, still in need of growth and personally to become its better self. Even with the tiny height of my tree, I still make my tree filled with important values. A huge one is my friendships. Friendships are important to a person. A friendship can better help a person become who they're meant to be; good friendships help the person to live and learn. It gives them another reason to continue living when times seem dim. A person’s tree is valued and should be respected. No matter the height, size, or branches the tree’s made up of. Every tree holds something greater inside, then someones blind eye can't view.

When it rains, the cold air bleeds. The world shines beneath growing edges. Plants and people blossom, but only for a moment. The rain lasts, not long but long enough. Buildings now drowned with the salt liquid from the sky, drains down along the roads. Cars speeding quickly through the streets, roar and roar through the blessing. Damping and washing over those, unfortunately bearing no umbrella.

You’re bedroom contains no noise. Silence is all that lurks behind. Behind you is the window. Closed in fact, but somehow the nightlight breeze still touches up and down your back. You sit alone, curled up tightly around yourself as dark presences lurk above your head. You’ve forgotten letting them in, but the thought still lurks. ’’How’d they get in?’’ The dark souls continue circling around your ceiling, as peaceful eyes follow. ’’Welcome to my night.''

The light from the night rose down on the earth. Killing the darkness, and surrounding the light. Killing the darkness was a nightlights job, to protect those it feared. Nightlights reflected from grace to beauty as the light reflected off the light of the bedroom. Surrounding the sleepy girl, protecting her from the evils of hell. The nightlight came in many different colors. But red was mine. The red of the light kept warmth and free spirit inside its tiny owner, and to those who beheld it. It always seemed to put a smile on her tiny face, as it shone across my eyes. The tired bags under my eyes offend kept me from awakening, while the nightlight helped drown out the shouts from Mom and Dad's room.

Grandfather's clock ticked and ticked, the sounds awake you carefully. But still the sounds felt like pounding earthquakes across your head. Pounding and banging inside the dead parts of skull. The box of white, soft, stillness of the used tissue in your hand made everything still and quiet. You’re mind still shaken by remaining moments, seemed to last forever. He came willingly and left willingly just the same. The dark howling shadows left behind continued crawling along the floor as your legs pushed slowly along the floor. Keeping the shadows as far from you, felt like an achievement. But for how many years the achievement no longer remained. You’re achievement now, was keeping him away from you. The dark twisted way he’d smile at you, made you feel like dying. Slowly, in fact, but still dying. The cold puzzled look of death belonging to sliver eyes frightened you, but over time things came clear. And every time he’d stare into you, those chilling, death like words kept your heart still. ’’How far till you fall.’’

Tonight, once more life sinks its teeth right into my heart. Shattering it to pieces, as I am forced to watch as my now hollow dreams lay just beneath my feet. Not to close away, but perfectly in reach. Within my grasp, a little more hoping and magic and they could be whole again. But if it seems so easy, why haven't I done it.

Roses are red, violets are blue. The ocean bleeds cold red blood, as my lifeless body streams through the waters. Covered in the waters of love, and caring my body feeling belonged, finally.Images of my past follow me behind slowly, if it wasn't for the carefree feeling, they'd be allowed back inside. Roses are red. violets are blue. The ocean bleeds as I heal.

The light reflecting of the cool surface of your grandfathers rusty clock, send panic through your insides, and terror through your bones. You know what the clock reads, even before glancing towards it. You're old friend depression as come to pay you a visit. All your thoughts run wild, when a thought crosses your mind. How long will he be staying, this time? Why has he come? Two of the questions you, yourself can't answer. It takes you a little longer this time, to cool yourself. But once you do you reach for a warm beverage for yourself, and allow yourself to wait. While waiting you can't help but notice a box of random tissues sitting on a table, right next to you. You stop for a moment. then finally have the explanation. While taking a sip from the beverage, you reach carefully for a tissue. Holding it firmly beneath your fingertips, the cool liquid of your tears begin running down your cheeks. You take one single glance left of you. The tears continue rolling down, though much harder. He's finally arrived.

The sunset belonging to cotton candy clouds smiled just above your head. The smells of autumn leaves and fresh pumpkin blessed your nostrils as gleaming green eyes smiled inside. Beautiful velvet hair, followed by a beautiful personality and blessed beauty stood in front of you. Blocking your path at first, till you realize there’s nowhere for you to go. Nowhere you were needed. You had all the time to spend here….with her. The time felt frozen and the current of the ocean seemed still. Her smile was the only thing your eyes seemed focused on. You’re mind now overrun with questions felt now empty and seemingly forgotten as the light pink of her lipstick gleamed under the glare of your eyes. Tears came down your cheeks in under a minute, and to your surprise, you didn’t feel one bit embarrassed or nervous now. The sight of her… standing right in front of you made the worlds circle one another. The breeze felt cooler, as the shine of the cotton candy clouds re-joyed. Spelling her name within in them, as she glared slowly up at the sky.

''Mom''

Blue eyes, sunny treasured waves, a locket, and a scent of peppermint, reminding me of magic. Long nights and sweet, chilly days, never made her flee. Wet air and storm clouds never cancel. Pumpkin summers, and a naked Christmas, spent dinning on chocolate bunnies, melted in white. White and red, blue, and pink cotton candy days we never could remember, clouded my memory of the flashes of red then blue, red then blue.

I never could remember till I bought you that silver treasure. The one you claimed was like a blizzard mixing with the hot warmth of your fragile little pinky finger. Black shadows swam across my blank, pale face, but for only a moment. Although it was a minute captured, your time was captured, forever. Now it says ‘‘Darling’’ on a rock so cold it chills me to the bone. Now all I’m left with is a bottle of your perfume, and a single peppermint coated in green and snow white, that you left behind.