Once upon the memory of the most intoxicating dreams.

While strolling thru the starlite forest, there stood the fairy queen.

A magnificent shimmer flowed from the tips of toes  to her firery red hair.

Such majestic beauty was there in her eyes I found myself lost in her stare.

She whispered of tails filled with fairy magic kept hidden but still in plain sight.

She told how she kissed awake the stars and brought life into the night.

I was enchanted by  the sweet sounds of lulabyes that the fairy queen sang.

Don't let her size fool you, beyond the edge of the forest her fairy voice rang.

In awe I watched as she whisped thru the sky as if she were dancing with moon beams.

Once upon the meomry of the most intoxicating dreams.

Barely above a whisper I hear a calling to me

Drawing my body near

The seductive voice that beckons belongs to the beautiful sea.

A gentle kiss by the waves sprays across my face

As slowly I dip in my toes

Refreshing is the coolness captured in our first embrace.

I'm in awe of her power each ripple she makes is so bold

Exploring  myself as I dive

Deeper and deeper I sink releasing my secrets untold

My senses may burst from my journey tring to take it all in

A memory eched in my soul

The wonder inside me when the sea washes over my skin.

Gazing into the mirror, as she adjusts her tempo, she hopes this wont end the way it had before.

A  beautiful chill of bewilderment slowly creeps up her spine, it's the outcome which has her unsure.

Methodically she chooses the perfect mask, one which she is able to hide herself in.

Silently she tries to prepare herself, slowing the constant stir ,she knows that the show will soon begin.

A lonley marrionet , standing alone in a cast of a million unfamilar faces.

A fever of anticipation rages inside of her skin, full of frustration so the floor she paces.

The performance thats given demands petfection if she wants to prove to the world she's okay.

Hopefully this can make them keep their distance, and for a moment keep the wolves at bay.

Right Behind ,
                those distant eyes lies a person begging to be understood, a person too scared to admit she needs you.

Far  Behind,
                 this wall made up of all the let down and the desolation in her life is the need to find something new.

   Always  Behind ,
                the brave front put up to keep her safe fear grips ,with a buring hot intensity, down to her very core.

   Still Behind,
                her fradulent smile devastation engulfs her spirit, saddness that she is bound to hide forevermore.

Mixed in  Behind ,
                 her diluted sense of reality, inlies what she precieves as fantasy, but alas it is undeniably what is going on now.

You'll see Behind ,
        a vicious web of self doubt that would consume her, desperately she fights to free herself the only question left is how

Haunted by unkown footsteps echoing through the lonliness that has taken over what once she called her heart.

   Blending into one another they jumble up the different tones and now  they can barely be told apart.

    Some coming and some going, never slowing,  they never last nor do they bother staying with her very long.

   Each one leaves behind a new rythme, imprints a new beat which then becomes part of  her melancholy song.

   She sees images whipping past and all the while she is left wondering who or what they are.

   Each night, for she dare not stray from her  routine, a silent wish of knowing is placed upon a dieing star.

   With the knowledge she yearns so deeply  for there comes a tremendous fear of not having control over what may come to be.

   For now, in a heightened sense of helplessness, she can only watch in agony as they float side by side  in this endless sea.

Your love is like

          That first refreshing breath drawn in after a long cool dive into the ocean.

The one that every fiber of your entire being desperately yearns for.  


Your love is like

          A fire raging inside me, the heat from which makes beads of sweat roll down the knape of my neck.

The intensity growing until I feel like I will explode if it grows anymore .


Your love is like

          A thousand butterfly kisses whispering across my face as our bodies are intertwined.

Wrapped up in a million stolen moon lit moments, secret to all the world accept for you and I.


Your love is like

          Gazing upon a beautiful work of art crafted with such perfection.

The mere idea of it makes tingles cascade throughout my body as a single tear escspes from my eye.


Your love is like

          The sensation I get from the scorching summer sun basking down on my copper skin.

Washing over me it makes me almost dizzy from the grandure of our embrace .


Your love is like

          Deep thoughts entering my soul with emense passion they shake the very ground.

As sweet kisses full of wanting softly you place upon every inch of my face.

The years that pass by her have been plenty and Little Girl Lost my how she's grown.

No surprise she that waits in the early sunrise.

Not willing to let the fear strangle the grace she has left despite all of the sorrow she's known.

Little Girl Lost she locked up her heart oh so tightly for years as the world made attempts to collide.

Readily waiting but softly still shaking.

The light of truth finally showed this shame was not hers only his, in clarity she's able to dry every tear she had cried.

She will never again be so vulnerable, just one more  poor Little Girl Lost, for now she's much wiser, she's strong.

They pretended to care
But save her not dare.

She had survived that horror for some reason, she stayed that sad Little Girl Lost far, far to long.


Now Little Girl Lost you can't frighten, knowledge and strength now are flowing,  as quickly her heart starts to pound.

She lives inside the world's glory no longer feeling ashamed by her story.

It seems there was hidden courage inside,a silent fighter emerged , at last our sweet Little Girl Lost may be found.

Please tell me  Little Girl Lost, why is it that you can 't stop from sobbing.

   Her mind flashes to a memory of a whisper, " Ssshhh I wanna teach you a new game."


Like a feind he craves the innocence in her  that all along he dreams of robbing.

            All because of HIM,  Little Girl Lost despite how she may try , she  just will never be the same.

He knew how to play them and exactly what he should say in order to gain all  their trust.

  He had to use his many charms in this deception to be sure in the room down the hall he would stay.


He demanded from her complete silence, for this game being secret was a must.

      Continually defying his ill-gotten comfort with each new game poor Little Girl Lost he made  play.

      Five years have come to pass before any relief from the torture she endured, at last it was  finally done.

He vanished from sight a haunting left behind  gone much quicker than when he first came.

         Fresh was the warning that gripped her with fear , " Do not speak a word or others will  come join in my fun."

Pieces of her soul that were stolen are forever gone, lost in time, its true that Little Girl Lost's not the same.

There are two sides of me struggling against each other yet they remain joined in an epic campaign.
Both are determind to remove any obstacle which lies in their way

The constant pull from these two conflicting forces is stifling, their goal to maximize my pain.
Together they make me whole, but their differences are as drastic as the night is to the day.

I swear some moments  I can hear the moon lit sky calling out to me.
When the  taste of the wind makes everthing burst into a magnificent spark.

Within a flash I'm drowing a million hands drag me to the bottom of the sea.
In this frenzy I'm left silently screaming ,scared and in the dark.

There are times when the love within me almost consumes me, my entire heart and soul, it has a furious intensity only matched if the sun and moon would collide.
Without warning a nothingness slowly starts to creep thrusting me into a darkness, swallowing my everything , from it I can not hide.
The purity in which I can feel some emotions is nearly impossible to bare.
The force behind them starts to frantically grow until it begins devouring me.

Keep your head held high I whisper, as our eyes  deadlock in a wandering stare.
Reminding myself that they are only able to see the me I choose  them to see.

The night in its ever-looming loneliness taunts me and at the same time it encompasses everthing that I am, or so it may seam.

You see the days they may linger, however it is the night that tortures me with dreams that are not wished to dream.  

I try to quite my stirring mind, to calm the sea of thoughts inside and find slumber in the evenings grace.

Once again, like many times before, the darkness ridicules me, it allows tormented memories to creep back in, I awake and wipe my tear stained face.

The Moon, the undeniable queen of the night, mocks me with her soft soothing glow like a double edge knife she also shine her light to guide the sadness headed my way.

The stars they penetrate the darkness with their brilliant beams but they show the world the madness inside me that is most detetmined to stay.
Like great enemies turned into friends or the other way around,  it is just the night and I locked in a never-ending battle of love and hate.
The greatest weapon in her arsenal is silence for it is one I can't defeat, my only choice is to endure it,until the morning comes, for only the dawn can change my fate.

Like a drop of rain that trickles down a crisp blade of grass only to dissapear, I sprinkle my emotions onto this page with the hope that when they reach the end they will be absorbed in.

In the solitude of my scribblings I can SCREAM and not worry about who I offend, I can cry or be invisible to judging eyes that would persecuite me for divulging  my secrets, my hidden sin.

The walls of life can come crashing down around me and the sky may fill with dis-heartening clouds of doom,  but I can hide from it all behind the safety of my paper and pen.

I can be anyonomous, no one
has to know that these worries are mine, or I can be bold shoutting my sorrows from the rooftop, I can be a giant among men.

Just like the effervescent glow from the moon on a brisk fall evening washes over all, I am able  share the beauty of the words I feel inside with the world, I'm able to let them shine on.

Thru my writting my thoughts can become immortalized and these words that are written on my heart are then bared for all to see until the moment when all time is gone.

Silence echoing all around
Pounds like thunder it's painful hush engulfs me
mocks me with its presence everywhere but inside my head.

    The same stillness where most  find solace
In my case lets all the noise of my mind assult me
For this reason silence is what I dread.

The  intensity of my memories rob me of my todays
They steal away my time and space
Then with no particular purpous they collide.

   I need a distraction from my thoughts
To escape their overwhelming annoyance  and keep them contained
The relief I seek only volume can provide.

  Silence is not always golden
I find no tranquility in its midst
Stillness please don't linger  then my memories will invade me.

   An escape from a self constructed prision
Full of my own thoughts is all I desire
Silence please don't ignore the screaming of my plea.