A cape coloured in blood,
her eyes a piercing blue,
her brown hair long and flowing
A forgotten tale told anew.

She is no longer a girl,
youth has found her finally,
but this isn't a story,
of a happy adolescent variety.

She was a girl, who trusted and loved,
who ventured into unknown with curiosity, looking over and above.
She wanted to see more than what was on the surface,
her intuition askew and intentions unnoticed.

The world to her held magic and the people did too,
everyone was  bright no darkness flourished
but even light can cast shadows,
only to her do those shadows not exist.

So when he stepped into her sights,
her life changed for the worst,  even though she thought for the better.
His piercing eyes held love,
his caring meant comfort,
his manner said i'm here for you,
and his word said trust.
And in a world where everything has been turmoil, and all she needed was real love,
she stepped into his arms,
claws retracted,
eyes wide,
teeth gleaming,
The wolf.

Do souls search for the light when they die because they never found it on earth?.
Why do we appreciate and celebrate a life gone when it was already there to love?,
we just never took the opportunity.

A list of "to do's' and chores becomes a list of regrets,
because we never really saw what matters most,
Life, while it is still searching for something here.

Blank,
My mind is silent as are the words that try to form on my lips,
Is it because the world has no future?
Or will I just not be around to see it?

Collating rain drops on the window
can I just say its beautiful,
creating a pattern, feeling of safety at home.
Amazement of  the drops being separate,
then how it forms into a pool together as one
How individual rain drops have colours,
trying to stand out before they fall.

We are like these rain drops,
we shine before we fall,
We pool together as a community,
We also fall serperate away from it all.

Just like these raindrops we are on the other side,
Looking out instead of in it,
looking through instead of seeing,
gliding on the windows with the feeling of no meaning.
But just like these raindrops we can pool together,
to seap through the window,
to create a puddle,
In a gloomy world.

Theres burning fire in me,
a heat that makes me want to scream and rage,
there is water too, to douse the unrelenting flame.
The water becomes a tsunami,
they battle and dance with each other, nobody else can see,
but here inside my body it's also invisible to me.
I feel every blow and every lick of flame,
and I also feel the water, molding into tear shaped rain.

The days I feel the sunshine are beautiful and warm,
anything to keep it there from an oncoming storm,
travel on adventures, mostly inside my mind,
because sometimes ill be to afraid to really step outside.
In case that sunshine suddenly reveals the clouds holding  rain,
or the fire who without warning can sometimes take blaze.
The elements confuse me, I wish I could understand,
instead of a tornado who gets emotionally out of hand.

Whirling emotion,
Control is hard to grasp now,
An ode to destruct.

Static* says the phone and you say nothing,
while you wait for them to say something,
but there is dead air between you.
The silence is deafening but not enough to muffle cries as you remember what you two were.
Deep inside you mourn the person you used to be,
now shadowed by whats overcome you.
And when they look at you it hurts,
because they see an apparition of where you came from,
burning inside yearning and pleading to get out through tear stained eyes.
"I love you..”
Static
“I remember you”