With purest wings and thoughts divine,
the soul, so pure, gazes down and smiles,
for humans are peculiar creatures indeed,
what would it be like to live like that,
if only she knew.

Day after day she watched them play,
at war with each other and themselves.
Day after day she watched them love,
themselves, each other, and everything else.
Their emotions so strong and clearly shown,
yet changing at the blink of an eye.
How? Why?

Little did she realize, cracks were forming fast,
her halo slowly becoming rusted as she smiled,
beginning to feel as they feel and know as they know,
from simple, innocent observance.

One day it finally shattered and underneath her,
her world of heavenly delight,
the highest beings were angry at her change,
tainted by humanity's thoughts,
wings ripped off and in a ****** mess,
she was kicked down to the world she so loved to watch.

Tears escaped her as the drop commenced,
betrayed by her now-felt emotions,
down she plummeted, but much too far,
now chained and slaved to the demons of her new nature,
lashed with pain and feelings unwanted,
though it was far too late to return,
so with screams of regret, words of rage,
she slowly sank to the level of the creatures,
only envied for their happiness,
which is sadly only found in innocence and ignorance,
neither of which is to be had anymore.

Take a look into my eyes and you will see,
what dead men see,
what children dream,
what I myself and I alone have endured.
Take a listen to my voice and you will hear,
battle cries from fallen soldiers,
hollow words from broken thoughts,
a haunting melody only I can sing.
Take a glance into my heart and you will feel,
shattering heartbreak,
unimaginable grief,
along with the greatest of heart-warming care.
Peer into my self and you shall experience,
what it’s like to love too much,
to know true uncontrollable fear,
sadly only I know and can hope to know,
these horrors, joys, burdens of myself,
though I suppose it would be nice to have,
someone blind enough to see.

"There's nothing wrong with you!" said a smile to a frown,
who was desperately try to turn things around,
but the frown was only itself, it could not change,
its mouth piece could not be re-arranged.

"Everything is in your head!" assured a friend to a dead end,
who could not even hope to comprehend,
the problems bundled up at the u-turn,
unable to get better, or how to learn.

"You are the one who wants to ruin my mood!" mumbled a negative to a negative,
but there cannot be a double, so one needs a sedative,
before the collision sparks and collides,
leaving one to suffer, trying to survive.

"You are far too beautiful to be doing this to yourself." whispered a demon to a lost soul,
who didn't realize they cause most of the pain and lack of happiness whole,
who didn't recognize the compliments would sound like lies,
as that is the true nature of them anyway.

Could I ever really hate someone?
I'd like to think not.
Though when you go out of your way,
To harm me,
To harm my life,
To harm those I love,
You are truthfully asking for hate, are you not?
Though I will not give you what you want,
I pity you instead,
You poor, poor creature.

Through my glasses,
I see the fine details,
The perfections,
And imperfections.

Through my glasses,
I see life,
And death,
And everything in between.

Without my glasses,
Things are a blur,
A fantasy,
A reality,
A separate world.

Without my glasses,
I look beautiful,
Everything does.

Sometimes when you need to see the most,
Things need to become hazy,
To see crystal clear.

I am a Cancer,
Yet also a Leo.
What they call me,
A cusp.

I am the moon,
And the sun.
The mother,
And the father.
The introvert,
And the extrovert.
The dark,
And the light.

How does one cope with being,
The inbetween,
The balance,
The contradictory?

My parents warned me,
"Don't you ever talk to strangers, especially online."
Well, I suppose I did not listen.
However, that decision,
Was the best I've ever made.

Tell me,
How is it that people are kinder here than face-to-face,
In the "real world."?
I met great friends,
Friends that accept me,
Friends that appreciate me,
Friends that love me.

So why would they warn us not to do this?
With wisdom, you know who not to trust,
With common sense, you know what not to do,
With common sense, you know what not to post.

Oh yes, that is correct...
Sense is not common anymore.
There are still liars,
Hunters,
Predators.

And parents wonder "What if?"
They run into one,
They talk to one,
They reveal everything to one?

There is a small chance,
But it remains there,
It is sempiternal, that fact.
And around that universal rule,
You learn.

A young woman looks in the mirror,
And another young woman looks back.
Is it really her?
Her motions reflect reality,
But her appearance reflects her tragedy,
Her burden she must carry.
Is she thin enough,
Curvy enough?
Does she have a large enough chest,
A pretty face,
A dazzling smile?
The reflection will often tell her no,
And she will believe the reflection she sees,
Even if others show her the light of true self.
She will believe what she desires to.

They call me austere,
Silent,
Judging,
Cold.
They call me loquacious,
Ebullient,
Bubbly,
Imaginative.
They call me vicious,
Solid,
Frozen,
Harmful.
They call me beguiling,
Beautiful,
Chimerical,
Quiescent.
I say I am aberrant,
Different,
Decent,
Unknown.
What truthfully am I?

Why would it seem that all the villains,
Are the most misunderstood?
One is never born simply 'evil'
They just grew up with problems,
Problems everyone else can get.
You never see problems with heroes,
Perhaps because they've come to just hide them better.
We should show care to everyone,
So no soul is left neglected,
As many are.
Then there would be no villains,
Then there would be no heroes,
Then there would be only people.
Like you and I.

Snowflakes fall and the world goes silent.
"Winter is coming, Winter has come."
People and children rush to windows,
In amusement and fear.
"It's so beautiful."
The white comes down and covers everything,
Our world is stained white.
It is frightening.
Curious hands open doors,
Then fall into Winter.

There are billions of colors in this world,
Some we cannot even put a name to.
It is with those colors that we paint our canvas of life.
Everyone creates a different painting,
Even if the colors are the same.
Do you have the bright blue of the summer sky?
Or perhaps a professional gray?
There are colors for what we do, what we think.
Though the colors we cannot explain,
Are the ones that can be anything we feel.
What color is love, pain, anger?
That is where the art gets unique,
As nobody can agree on the meaning.

What is love?
A gentle breeze on a summers day,
A cup of hot chocolate next to the fireplace in winter,
The crunching of leaves in the beginning of autumn,
The smell of earth as the flowers bloom in spring.
A fluffy cloud in an endless sky of blue wonder,
A seashell washed onto the shore of life's mysteries.
A melody sent down from angels,
A bird flying out of the safety of its nest for the first time.
A cat sleeping soundly on a blanket.
Where is love?
In our sweet embrace on a windy day,
In your eyes, full of kindness and your voice as you talk my worries away.
Iour arms as we hug goodbye, for what could even be the final time.
Love,
A wonderous dream not to be awakened from,
A reality separate from our world.
A godly experience.