Stories in a box,
Spells in each sentence.
Heroes who need adventure,
Villains who need repentance.

Tales from long ago,
Myths from the past.
Trouble in far off future,
When computers rule is vast.

People who've never been,
Worlds you wish would happen.
So many tales to be told,
Your minds about to snappen.

There was once a girl,
All alone in this world.
Ignored, unseen,
In her head, a lonely swirl.

As she grew, her beauty to,
All around her suddenly turned nice.
The boys where endless, all looking for her hand,
But her heart was of ice.

She met with all,
But fell for none.
Because in the past,
They had only offered shun.

Then he came,
A strange traveler in town.
She expected him to be like the rest,
But he barely noticed before he left.

Used to a life,
Of ignoring all around,
She did not like it,
When the table is turned around.

She waited for him to return.
And he came.
Two moons later,
Walking in the rain.

She watched him wander,
From place to place.
She saw him give up,
His energy a waste.

He sat down,
Under a tree.
With no end to the rain.
He went to sleep.

As he woke, he stretched his back.
The rain had dissipated.
He glanced around, and to his surprise,
He saw the girl had waited.

He got to his feet, waved goodbye,
And started to hit the road.
Looking back, he had no idea,
of the seeds he had just sowed.

At mid day, he stopped to eat,
At a dinner that was close by.
There he met the girl again,
Whom ha had said goodbye.

She asked where he was going, he said "I don't know"
"I go were the wind takes me".
She tells him he is different.
"You haven't tried to woo me".

He laughed, a merry man,
"I have no reason why.
No one ever cared about me,
So why should I even try?"

Then she saw, just like her,
He was always alone.
But unlike the ice, in her heart,
there was a fire in his.

She says "why do you travel?
Don't you ever go back home?"
He said, with sad eyes,
"My home is were I roam"

It struck her than,
That he had nothing.
So she said with open arms,
"than I shall be your home, darling"

From then forward, he often went home,
To were the girl like him would stand.
As her heart began to thaw,
Their love had just began.

limbs heavy, eyes empty,
I lay to rest at night.
when day comes, I'll sit and wait,
to see angels take flight.

they fly on past, wind in their wings,
while I am chained to the ground.
they feel my stare, and see me here,
only pity to be found.

one came down, and erased my frown,
and told me her name was heather.
we talked all day, but she could not stay,
but left behind a feather.

now every night, with a glow of light,
I look at the feather only I can see.
and in my dream, she is by the stream,
my friend is waiting for me.

Criminals don't listen to laws, so lets make a law against having guns. they will listen this time.
     ***** are the source of all problems, so lets get rid of them. Oh, al Capone? Oops.
     The world is to violent, so lets bomb a bunch of people and liberate some more countries into our control.
     Those animals are going extinct, so lets keep buying their tusks and arrest those that **** em' for us.
     Eating way to much of the wrong food makes you fat, so lets only eat one snack sized meal a day. that's perfectly healthy.
     All these idea's have led to loss of life, but so many of us ignorantly continue. So I ask one question. Why does America support them so much?

Some of the best dreams in my head,
Are the ones in which I'm dead.
A better world in which I'm gone,
A change in history it has swung.

For only in my head,
Can I be dead.
My tears have been bled,
And the truth is finally said.

For in this world,
It is flawed.
And in my mind,
My logic is flawed.

But the most amazing thing, a glorious thing,
Is when I forget myself.
Freed from my cage of flesh,
Can I finally be myself.

From your darkest nightmare,
To your sweetest dreams.
I'm always nearby,
To tear you at your seems.

Wether it be a midnight stroll,
Or a walk down memory lane.
The untold thoughts in wich you avoid,
Gives me existence in this plane.

From eight legged fiends,
To slithering serpents.
Or the disturbing being,
Behind the curtains.

Look out!
My inner demon is free!
And he play's skyrim,
So hide your knees.

A guardian angel protects those who they love,
Putting them in a golden cage like a dove.
Feeding them with love and care,
Keeping them away from a world that's unfair.
But even our doves long to fly,
To stretch their wing in the blue sky.