Volcanic destruction. 2 words
A volcano destroys the citadel. 5 words
A tiny volcano destroy the movie-set citadel look-alike 10 words
A paper machet volcano spurts water and melts the miniature ice-city for a home movie 15 words
Did i amplify or detract?

She wanted to travel
Unravel the world
Like famous explorers
Who's wandering was all the will to ask
If there was anything beyond the horizon
That they could see.

Now shes everywhere -

Frozen stare, pigtails and grey red uniform,
Tie needling south with the straightness of a compass
And shes lost.

Where is she?
Everywhere anyone turns
Trapped in the undergrowth
Where cans and cat **** go to pasture
Her wrinkled smile
Is caked onto the branches
Paper machet - ed and as brittle
As an old map.
She breaks apart like bread crumbs
That will never lead her home.

Have you seen her?
Not tumble weeding her news
Across the m2
Or pinned to a lamppost
Weeping her ink into the missing
like a watercolour.

Have you spied her?
Not tied with weak ribbon
to brown stalks who's little
Notes speak of hope
And other things, like Angel's and innocence,
The innocence shes frozen in.

Can you find her?
Not hopefully
Flying her flag of the forgotten
On the tv
Budget crew
Remaking her last seen
With shaking cameras
And discount queens of the smaller screen
Hoping for Hollywood.

Is there a tangible
Left to her name
Thrown as it has been across
State lines, and small places
That only the locals know.
She has Columbus - ed the globe
And she only left home
Walked down her drive
And disappeared.

If I were to tell you a secret what would you do?

Would you keep it close to heart, or tear it apart like paper machet and build a piece of art?

What if that secret meant commitment? Sentiment pouring out of my sinew, a pale blue, like the planet we rest upon within this spiral galaxy... I do.

I do intend to tell... so tell me... if I told this special thing... would you buy a ring?

Would you announce to the world that you are mine and I am yours? Of course, we are not possessions. Obsessions maybe.. you are on my mind from daylight to dusk, and I trust, you like no others before you.

So tell me... if I say I need you, would you need me to? Or undo our connection like shoestrings on your shoe?

If I say that I like you, that I adore you, would you meet me there? Could you match this frequency with the same intensity, propensity as mine, or care?

So come close and lean in... let me whisper softly in your ear...

"I love you."