Of all the things you yourself get to choose, your nightmares aren’t one of them. The nightmare chooses you, not the other way around. The sharp pain of the same nightmare bit into the edge of your body, as the sharpened pain of a blade cutting through flesh and bone throbbed at a single touch. The pain only lasted so long, but the scars the pain left behind felt like deepening death and terrible, terrifying pain. The fire spread alongside your bedside, that single, lonely, night. They roared at the sight of you, for the nightmare of crimson twinkled in the deepest pit of your once emerald green eyes. The flame grew higher with every single stare you could muster. The fear didn’t fill you this time; the only thing that seemed to play on repeat inside you, was the snapped photo of the flames in front of you. The way the flames roared as you glared upon it. A creature combined with both the harshest of dark, alongside the gleaming light of the morning dawn. Your cheeks spread apart slowly, as you flashed it a loving smile. The silvery reflected tear drop of your tear sliding down your face, as you remembered what it felt like to smile….again.

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. Right beats wrong. Usually.

People may say the whole world would be better off without them, but what would the world really be like. Have you ever taken a chance to think about it. That statement might not sound like a big deal at the time, but that can be a big signal that something serious may occur. I know now that you’re listening somewhere, buried in the snow-white clouds, but even with your head buried in the clouds. I know you can still hear me. I know you can still see me.. There isn’t anything I value more than the coco, brown color, of your kind eyes. The look you gave me when I made you smile, the passion between our two worlds. Two worlds became one that night, and two sliver souls became more than just a single. Promises I made, the day you went missing. No matter where I am. Or what I’m doing, your memories will always keep me praying, listening, and smiling. For to the world you were a single person. But to me. You were the world.

Biting and clawing at your leg was the chilling winter. Deepened meaning behind white shimmering ice glimmered through your aqua eyes, as your body chilled. The harsh winds blew past you, knocking you over as the cold froze your spine. You pushed yourself up to your feet, sharps of cold chills numbing your fingertips willingly as your hair now resembled blonde. You’re skin took the color of bright blue, as breaths of warmth escaped your lips. Shaking and hugging yourself tightly, the beauty of the sky distracted you. The dark blue of the sleeping sky, surrounded by starlight and light made of snow shined down below you, just like a snow covered star. Snowflakes then surrounded you. The shape of crystals coarsened warmth through your veins. A Starlight Snowflake smiled at you as your skin resembled white rose. To appreciate the beauty of a snowflake. It is necessary to stand out in the cold.

Be someone's strength, become a person they value. A person who will never give up or forget. Be a leader, be gifted, and you will shine. Shine like diamonds in a cave of coal and dirt. Be those someone could treasure, be better, be bolder. Life is precious and misused, misvalued, and mistaken'd. Be a person who’s valued, be someone, somebody could love one day, be better, be kinder, be a flower in a garden of genial souls, and darkened meanings. Stand for those hidden and lost, shine brighter than the silvery moon, and tiny beings known as stars. Once you’ve done that, you’ll be welcomed as a star.

When there's no room in hell, the dead will walk the earth. The cool darkness of the November dawn, rained down upon the world and it's dark surroundings. Cool, sharpened screams of horror filled the earth. Following blood filled moans of striking hell and crimson waters. I always thought of zombies as being about revolution. But the red rain blood has taken all thoughts from mine and from the human race. Eaten, swallowed, and redivided world has fallen. The moon filled with blood tonight, as the zombies ripped you apart.

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..

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.’’

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.

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''

When I was dying inside, feelings escaped silently through writing. The writing helped me to remember my life and lock away my feelings. My face forms a smile when I’m dead inside, I laugh when my heart fills with tears, as the cold breeze followed by the winter shine of the moon reflects through the glossy shield of a damaged, bloodstained window. The thoughts came rushing back tonight. The cold, chilling, winter feeling of her own skin made her lips curve, as she hugged herself slowly. Rocking back and forth she pleaded inside herself. ’’If I ever tell you my back story, know its never because I want you to feel sorry for me, but so you can understand the person I am.’’ She was tired. Physically and mentally. All she wanted to do was shut her eyes and hope she’d never have to open them again. But how could she when the lock and key refused to allow it. She knew very well who the lock and key was. No friends of hers, certainly not friendly, nor human, nor animal. But the demons she created.

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.

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.

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.