dragon’s flames

rubber bands and blank paper sheets

a pair of *****, red sneakers

black and white keys

thick, old books

crumpled paper

a box of paints

pencil shavings

shades of gray

stacks of cds

dog-eared magazines

ancient stuffed toys

newspapers from two months ago

ninja gear and beyblades

a box of keychains

picture-plastered walls

last week’s jeans

yesterday’s jacket

ballpens with no ink

worn out satin slippers

an overused waveboard

loose change and

illustration boards

all found in

my room

fear is like a heavy mist

a flower-choking ****.

a huge brick wall,

a pair of shackles,

the unknown waters.


fear is the red light,

the barrier only faith can break.

fear is poison,

the “do not” sign.


but the only “do not”

you should not not

is

.

.

.

fear

leaves falling, dancing.

red and gold dresses adorn

but soon comes the fade

Ice cream bars

Tucked deep in her coat-pocket

They won’t melt.

She trudges on in the icy whiteness.


Crinch, crunch, crinch, crunch

Sound of snow

Being stomped on and crushed

Under boots so heavy.


“Mommy, are we there yet?”

The question lingers in the chilly air.

On they walk.


Gray sky, no clouds,

Howling winds and noses cold,

On they trudge.

silent flower opens its eyes,

silent flower against the moonlit sky.

silent flower steadily grows,

silent flower gleams and shines.

silent flower starts to fade,

silent flower is…

silent