Poetry

• Star

• Untitled Poem

• Untitled Poem 2

• Untitled Poem 3

•  Foot of Your Throne

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• Adam

• Joe

• You

• Ripped Apart at the Seams

• An Angel's Love

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• Crazy Ones

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• Fear

• GRANDFATHER'S WISH

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• Untitled 8

Poetry Continued

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• Found Together

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• Me

• If Your Lucky

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• Untitled 12

• Falling

• Sweet Sixteen

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• Untitled 14

• Imagine

• Have You Ever

• What's The Matter

• Darkness

• Insane

• Attack

• Music

• Oh Angel

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Short Story

• From Stealing Ones Innocence To Another.

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• Untitled 16

• Price for Stars

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• Once Upon a Time

• Wrong Place at the Wrong  Time

• Sleep Over

• First Shot

• Lost Magic

As the sun rises, the brightest star of the day, just hanging there, warming the world, Open your eyes it's a brand new day. As the time just passes, passes till night falls, an illustrious sky has blanketed the earth Gaze at the sky, they're all over, you can talk, they'll listen, or just look, look up at the midnight sky ,just think, think of all your problems ,just remember, remember the good times, just look, look above There's a shooting star, just wish, wish about anything…Maybe your dream will come true, If not just concentrate, concentrate harder the next time you see that star. The sun has risen again, beginning the process, a bright start hung in the baby blue sky…. Now just wonder, wonder how many are captured in the moment of navy blue night Gaze at the sky they're all over.
 

That Love Unknown
Someone loved you did you know?
He died for you did you know?
He loved you dearly did you know?
If someone had told you would you have swallowed all those pills?
Did someone tell you, and you just didn't listen, or did no one bother,
But sadly now it's to late for you to know that love unknown

Every night I sit at the coffee table

Ritualistically waiting for the bastard

To speak his dysfunctional words

But his silence is suffocating

He offers no direction

For he is pathless himself

A rusty nail never shines like new

I'm a sinner and so is he

In desperate need of a miracle

Sip my tea and direct my questions

To quiet, empty eye sockets

Bricks weigh down my flight

Destined to crash and burn

Right back where I started

I like to call it home

Attempting to forgive the falling snow

The cup is almost empty

Still searching and aching for answers

Vapid thoughts lost in black market music

Entrapped in everything real

Creating a new form of judgment

Say nothing at all

The answers are at the bottom of the cup
 

Standing outside I'm looking in Lost in the darkness trapped within
Through the mirror my reflection is trapped So scared am I, I've almost cracked
These feelings are circulating through my heart Moving so fast I'm falling apart
Why can't I explain to him how I feel Even when I know these feelings are real
I'm staring ahead trying to find A way to show feelings before I'm left behind

Standing outside looking in I'm closing on the end
I'm so scared to be alone Someone please send me home
Afraid am I of love Though I just can't get enough
Will this feeling go away  Before my dying day
My mind is going crazy My vision growing hazy
My heart is closing down I'm hearing not a sound
Is the hurting almost over or is it just the cover
to this book that never ends Can my soul make amends

Standing outside I'm looking in I will never love again
My heart has been taken and is already breaking
My heart cannot die another day There is too much for me to say
Memories are all I have The only thing I'll ever have
I want to find a way inside Instead of always having to hide
In the darkness I'll not always stay Someday inside I'll find a way
 

Why God why do I have all of this pain
No acceptance from either church or friends
Filled with anxiety, darkness, and shame
This world has left me, please God make it end

I view the sky and my past brings me down
Asking you Lord to please help me stay strong
In this sea of sins will I surely drown
Throw the rope, save me from depths of wrong

The Scriptures tell me of a promised land
Streets of gold, no tears or pain-only love
True to your word i find a guiding hand
To lead me from here to my home above

My hope tomorrow; though now I'm alone:
Be accepted at the foot of your throne
 

The imagination flew silently through the dark and musty room.
The artist drowning in his own intoxication turning the white fabric to
Nothingness.
The sleep of his mind was covered with snow
No longer able to consider the precious gift
In which he has grounded from the world.
Not allowing the world to see his extensive imagination.
Quitting his life to join the real world he has given in and conformed.
The pity is overwhelming and the real world is all hypocrisies and lies.
Nothing is solid not even bricks that are holding up the building.
This life he has just joined is boring and his “real” home lies in his imagination
With all the greens, reds, and blues of the world
Nothing is new but real to him and his life.
He hates the real/fake world.
 

This wasn’t supposed to happen.
You weren’t supposed to die.
We were just supposed to go
For a tiny little ride.

You were supposed to come with us
We would take you to your house
But we had a little accident
Now your playing quiet mouse

I don’t remember much
It all happened so fast
All I saw were your feet
Surrounded by broken glass

I kept screaming at the people
Asking how you were
They didn’t have to tell me
My heart, it knew for sure

I’m so, so sorry Adam
You had so long to live
I wish I could turn back the clock
Your life to you I’d give

This wasn’t supposed to happen
You weren’t supposed to die
We were just supposed to go
For a tiny little ride
 

Darling's in her little cage
Gomez run away!
Fighting off the dizzy haze
Gomez run!
Tonight our dreams are dressed in black
Gomez run away!
Feeding underneath our hat
Gomez run!
Infecting us like a soar
Gomez run away!
Diving into all our pores
Gomez run!
Lightning cracks outside this maze
Gomez run away!
Sweeping deeper in our daze
Gomez run!
They chase us all through the night!
Gomez run away!
As we scatter all in fright
Gomez run!
Scream we might, fight we try
Gomez run away!
No matter what we all shall die!
Gomez run!
Please escape my dear friend
Gomez run away!
For this nightmare...
It shall never end.
 

I can taste your blood.
       Salty and bitter.
I may feel your tears.
       Smooth with glitter.
I can see your hate.
      Mean, full of guilt.
          and
When I touch your lips.
    I taste salty bitter blood.
       
 It covers my inner thoughts.

Someone stares with those glaring black eyes.

Making my hands tingle only single.

What to do?

Only see who.

Which I’m happy  it was you.
 

She screams,
A cry of pain.
He laughs,
Masking shame.
You run,
From all the bad dreams.
I cry,
Ripped apart at the seams.
Your mom,
Does the dishes at night.
Your dad yells,
Never ceasing to fight.
You run,
From all the bad dreams.
I cry,
Ripped apart at the seams.
He reaches,
For what he knows he can’t have.
She closes her eyes
Trying to forget all the times of bad.
You run,
From all the bad dreams.
I cry,
Ripped apart at the seams.

 

Life is so much different than how it was before,
All the things I used to love don’t matter anymore,
I miss the way you smile,
Your kind and gentle ways
I miss the way you laugh
How it could brighten someone’s day.
And I wish that I could see your face
Just to see you smiling one more time
To guide me through the darkest days,
Of regret still on my mind,
Because I never got to tell you,
That I loved you too,
The timing just wasn’t right,
And I didn’t know what to do.
I can’t explain the feelings
Or the thoughts I had back then
But I do know that it kills me
Every time I think what could have been
And I want you to know that I am sorry,
My regret these mere words can’t hold
And I will cherish all your memories,
Until I am old,
Because I still have all these emotions,
And feelings that still run so deep,
That taunt me while I’m awake
And haunt me while I sleep
And I will never watch the sunset
Without a thought of you,
And deep within my heart
I know you’ll be there too.
And my life will take me on
And finally let me be
Because I can go a lifetime
Knowing that and angel had loved me.

 

You left when I was two
Did you think what it would put me through?
I never thought I would see the day
When you really went away

Your true love is work and not with me
I miss sitting on your knee
I want to hear "I love you"
But I'm not even sure if you do

Are you too busy to pick up the phone and dial?
Don't treat me like I'm a child
You only went to one basketball game
It is truly a shame

It's like you're not even there
And honestly, I really don't care
I wonder if you ever did try
Did you know that I cried?

 

Laura
10th grader
Citrus Heights, CA, USA

Here's to the crazy ones.
The misfits. The rebels.
The troublemakers.
The round pegs in the square holes.
The ones who see things differently.
They aren't fond of rules.
And they have no respect for the status quo.
You can quote them. Disagree with them.
Glorify or Vilify them. But the only thing you can't do is ignore them.
Because they change things.
They push the human race forward.
And while some may see them as the crazy ones, we see genius.
Because the people who are crazy enough to think they can change the world, are the ones who do*

 

When I first saw you
I knew it was true
We danced and had fun
At times I wanted to run
But then we became one

We have had lots of great times together
Hopefully it will last forever
What will happen next?
We wish for the best
We will end up in a lover’s nest

Now silver wings have taken you away
Until that day
Where you will be mine
And at the right time
Two hearts will be joined as one

Until that day
My dreams will stay
Even though your not here
The thought of you brings me cheer
And at some times it brings me to tears

I miss you so much
Yet I have lots of trust
Being so far apart
It tears up my heart
My dear, I hope we never part



 

Fear is a snake biting at my feet.
Fear is something that can never be beat.
You fight it, you claw it, and it will never go away.
It will follow you always to the end of your days.
Fear is unstoppable, a relentless force.
It will never give up, never stray off course.
No matter how much you seem to grow.
No matter how much bravery you show.
It will always be there, watching and waiting;
Fear is a shadow, always lurking behind.
But when it gets you, you can’t press rewind.
Fear falls upon you like a veil of black.
There is no escape and you can’t look back.
From the moment we enter crying,
To the moment we leave dying.
It is always there, watching and waiting.
 

You’ve always been there
Right here by my side
Never left me alone
Or out in the cold

I’m blessed to have you as a friend
All the things you’ve done for me
I’ll be here for you
All the days of our lives

We tell each other everything
No matter what it may be
I know I can trust you
And you’ll never let me down

Through the good and bad
We held our heads high
No matter what was said
We made it through

Of all the people in my life
You’re the one who always cared
You’ve filled my life with laughter
 Shared sorrows, joys, and tears

The years have gone by fast
And the end is almost here
Soon we’ll walk the stage
And go our separate ways

To college we’ll go
I wish you the best
I’ll never forget you
Cause we’re friends till the end
 

The morning comes
The cold wind hums,
The house is warm
Despite the storm,
On Christmas morn.

Excitement drums
The moment comes,
With graceful form
This giving storm,
For Christ was born
On Christmas morn.

 

With the air of a queen
She walks down the street
Striding to her own beat, the finest tune
Her head held high in confidence
Nothing she can't do
Her strong facial features captivating
Her unexplainable beauty glowing from the inside out
A one of a kind
The kind of person everyone wants to meet
 A person you want to be like,
That you always want to be around
Lights up the room with her unexplainable presence
To men she's irresistible, its just they way she is
They can't explain the way she keeps them breathless
Never predictable, doing her own thing
To women she's a role model, a sister, a best friend
Always there till the very end
An adventurous friend that keeps everyone on the tip of their seat
She possesses a power that captures attention
Able to do anything she sets her mind to
Success is her only option
Able to lead the most independent bunch
Able to be a learning follower
Never underestimate the power?.
Of a Strong Woman
 

People always want to be something they’re not.
It makes me so frustrated to see people trying to be Individual or prep.
I’m not sure what I am
And I don’t care what anybody calls me
Because I’m me
And that’s all I care about.
And that’s all I care about.
Because I’m me
And I don’t care what anybody calls me
I’m not sure what I am
Individual or prep
People always want to be something they’re not.
It makes me so frustrated to see people trying to be
Me

 

Young and wild;
Sprit is free,
Only at the age of
Sweet Sixteen.

Sweet Sixteen,
And never been kissed,
Wondering what else in life
She has missed.

Dazed and confused,
Living in the past,
With nothing to lose,
Nothing to last.

Sweet Sixteen,
Not a care, not a clue,
Of what tomorrow may bring,
or what she may do.

Feeling alone,
With her friends by her side.
Strong and tough,
Her feelings, she'll hide.

Sweet Sixteen,
And never been kissed,
Wondering what else in life
She has missed.

Young and wild,
Sprit is free,
Only at the age of
Sweet Sixteen.

 

I always envisioned meeting you,
The happiest day of my life.
I’d smile and think that finally,
Something’s right.
And now I’m confused and feeling a flurry of emotion,
I’m not sure which are right and which are wrong.
Half of me is filled with overwhelming ecstasy.
The amazement of how beautiful you look,
Lying there, blissfully unaware of my presence.
But part of me's in unimaginable pain.
Our meeting shouldn’t have ever been this way.
There should’ve been the uncomfortable small talk,
Then going out to dinner and having no problem sustaining conversation,
Before arguing over whose going to pay for it all.
Then we’d go home via the beach,
And walk along the edge of the sand, water lapping at our feet.
Saying nothing because nothing needs to be said,
Saying nothing but hearing everything.
But not now.
Nothing’s being said because I don’t have any idea what I should say,
And who knows if you’d hear me anyway.
So instead I sit here watching you,
Wondering if you’re tears are inside while I feel you drift away,
Before I’ve even had the chance to hear you say hello.

 

Falling up the stairs there's no way too untear that feeling of despair coming from the stares of ignorance surrounding the feeling of innocence you can't protect the affect of the mind that entwines the what seemingly turns out to be just fine in the end my friend nothing compares to falling up the stairs.

In a time long, long ago, there was no such thing as night. Glorious light flooded the world with an ocean of clear blue skies. Even in the day, these skies were full of twinkling stars whose guiding radiance protected the animals and granted them their wishes. The animals knew nothing of darkness and lived in peace, having everything that they could ever want.
As time went on, however, the animals began to get greedy. They each felt that they were better than their neighbors, and should thus lead better lives.  They became angry at one another and many animals stopped being friends. The goals that they wanted to achieve in life changed; before, the animals simply wanted to be happy. Now, they wanted to become more special than their new enemies.
Back then, the stars were much closer to earth so that they could give the animals their love and blessings. They dangled in the air like precious earrings, dazzling the world with their sparkling splendor. The animals saw the stars as valuable jewels and began to steal them from the sky.
The rabbits stole stars and made their tails a dazzling flash of brilliant white. The fish stole stars and covered themselves with glittering scales of every color from the rainbow. The birds stole stars so that they would sparkle like real ones when they flew in the air. The lions and tigers stole stars so that they could have gleaming teeth and glossy nails. The animals all boasted of their new possessions, and the more they boasted, the more they wanted and the more jealous they became.
The tensions mounted and mounted, until one day, fighting broke out. An ant had just stolen a star and made his body into a fine pearl black. He was bragging about this new accomplishment to an anteater, and the anteater became so angry that he struck out against the ant and killed him. A swarm of other ants saw what happened and immediately attacked the anteater, killing him. When the whole incident was over, all of the animals fled in shame and in fear. What had happened?
That day, the sun and the stars called all of the animals together. They were all very sad and disappointed at the animals. The sun said, “we’ve taken care of you, given you everything that you wanted. But you chose to ignore our love and to live life in your own selfish way. You even brought hatred and anger into the world when you stopped loving your brothers and sisters. You have abandoned us from your hearts, and now we cannot be with you like we have before.”
The sun went to each animal and told it about its new life. "You wanted to be different? Fine, now you will all be unique, with different gifts and different powers. Rabbit, you stole a star to make your tail shiny and white. Now, you must keep that tail. The tail will expose you to
new fears and new enemies. You will use the tail to warn others when danger is coming; it will no longer be a mere accessory of beauty.
"Tiger and lion, you each stole a star to make your teeth and nails shine. Now, you must rely on those teeth and nails to obtain food and to hunt your prey. All the other animals will fear you because you will kill and eat them. You will become friendless in the world. That is the price for your newfound gem."
"Finally, because you have each become so different and turned your back on our ways, we will no longer be here to guide you all the time. Time will be divided into day and night. I will be here to protect you and nurture life in the day, and the stars will be here to look after you at night. At nighttime, however, the stars would be much farther away so that you cannot reach up and grab them. They will look down at you from a distance, and much of their light will be lost along the way. The world will become dark and black; you will become fearful and must care for yourselves. We will make clouds to block us from your world, so sometimes you will not be able to see us at all. We will still be here even if we cannot be seen, however, but remember, because of your actions, things will never be the same again."
The animals went back to their homes feeling guilty and ashamed. They had so many new troubles and so many new enemies in the world. They went about in their lives with a new sole purpose of survival, and soon forgot all about the times of peace and prosperity. No matter what happened, however, the sun and the stars kept their promise. They stayed in the sky, always ready to guide and help the animals. The sun provided light and warmth, while the shiny stars waited to be wished upon.

 

study people.  It’s a hobby.  I know, I’m a weirdo but it’s interesting.  People are strange.  See, there’s the kind that are “popular,” there’s the punky ones, the preppy ones, and the freaky ones.  I don’t see why everyone segregates himself.  They all have the same problem:  Everyone is just trying to survive in a scary world.  People think they have nothing in common with the next person when really those two people could switch lives and not notice the difference.
I find it really interesting how when you observe a normally sweet girl mixed into a group of friends, suddenly she is a vicious animal.  But when you get to talk to her alone, without all the other people, she can be such a good friend.
I used to know someone.  Her name was Emily.  She was my best friend for years.  That was before she got sucked into the land of the beautiful and popular.  Now when Emily is with her friends, she sickens me.  She’ll make fun of anyone just to get the approval of the crowd.  Whatever matters to them is what matters o her.  She doesn’t have any opinions about anyone or anything of her won anymore.  Emily has just taken the shape of the mold like so many have done before.  I can’t even look at her now.
One day a few months ago, I was supposed to eat lunch with Jessie.  Jessie had been even closer to Emily than I was.  As I was walking down the hall, I saw Jessie.  She was surrounded by Emily and her friends.  They looked like a pack of wolves ready to pounce on their prey, ready to rip and tear  Jessie apart, one imperfection at a time.
That’s when I knew Emily was really gone.  I lost her.  I tried so hard not to.  It took about three years but she’s completely gone.  Now Emily is just another face in crowd.  There used to be a time when I could talk to her without her group, but I can’t anymore.  I can’t tear her away.  I guess I’m not cool enough.  I bet Emily’s still nice when she’s not trying to impress and please everyone but herself, but I can’t reach her anymore, so I guess I’ll never know for sure.
Other people’s opinions about me never bothered me much.  They were just not important enough.  What has always mattered to me is how I view myself, and whether or not that makes me happy, not if it pleases someone else.  Emily wasn’t able to do that.  She forgot who the important people really were.
When I think about it, I guess I could have just as easily been Emily and she could have been me.  I could be the one trying to be accepted by people that don’t even really care about me, always trying to please and never making myself happy. So maybe even though now the person that used to be my best friend disgust me, and she won’t even look at me because I’m not good enough anymore, I guess I’m the lucky one.  I wish I could have made Emily see what they were doing to her.  I wish I could open her eyes to what she does to all the people she tortures everyday.  But I can’t.  the Emily I lost is  never coming back.


 

Once upon a time there was a world, much unlike our own. Green grasses so long that when someone ran through them, their very tips would tickle the waist. Once upon a time there was a land with a sky so blue that a person could see up to the stars, up to the planets and even beyond that, so their gaze could rest upon the heavens beyond. Once upon a time, there was a land so rich and ripe that the water that flowed from the earth could quench thirst for many days, and the crystal liquid could cure all wounds. A world where trees reached far into the sky; a world where animals roamed freely without fear of being hunted and killed for pitiful reasons. A world... devoid of anything that was dark. Once upon a time, there was a world that was what all people would refer to today, as utopia.
But then the darkness came. He swept over the land, ravaging all that was ripe and good and true. He drank the rivers dry, he harvested the trees, burned the grasses, and he filled the  once beautiful crystal clear skies with clouds of smog and poison. The stars and the heavens beyond, were lost forever.
There was nothing left, on the poor little planet. Nothing but death and decay, and a venom that seemed to seep into the very earth itself, continuing to destroy for months, then years into the future. There was no sound. Not even the wind dared to blow anymore. Only the haunting sense of death lingered, forevermore.
And once upon a time, was all but forgotten.
***
“Taylor Taylor!” Cheryl grabbed the book with frantic fingers, snapping it closed. She grabbed Taylor painfully by the upper arm and hoisted her to her feet, paying no heed to the fact that her nails were digging into the younger ones skin. The woman's eyes were frantic, the pupils nothing but small pinpricks in a wild, frothy sea of white. “We have to go! Hurry; they’ll be falling soon!”
Their steps echoed down the cold metal staircase. A blast of hot wind hit them head on in the face as they ran outside; Cheryl never letting go of Taylor. The cold faces of the soldiers greeted them outside but showed no compassion or sympathy as they forced them onto the street. Their long, metal guns reaching into the sky. A grim reminder of what was taking place.
“MOVE MOVE!”
“GET DOWN! Don’t breathe! HOLD it!”
The people fled. The scent of sweat, blood and urine caught in the scorching hot wind. It slapped the horrified crowd in the face, driving them on with both a primal instinct and fear. Those who fell, never got up again as the feet of a hundred thousand people trampled over the individual before such a chance was given.
The soldiers pushed them into the crowds then, into the constant flow of people running like a tormented river. People jousted her, elbows, hands and shoulders digging into every possible part of her body. Cheryl’s grip tightened over her forearm, her long nails digging into the tender flesh there lest they fall, and become victims to the ground. Tears began to prick Taylor's eyes as her feet continuously trampled over soft, wet objects. She tried desperately not to think of it.
The sirens began then, their great voices like songs of death echoing endlessly into the black, into the unnaturally black, sky. A panicked scream rose up from the people, running and following the huddled masses whereas they belonged. The soldiers wore gas masks, thick pieces of rubber and glass that covered their faces. But even through the thick glass Taylor could see their terrified expressions, their eyes that now looked so much like Cheryl's. Nothing would save them now, Taylor knew that for certain.
Was she imagining things, or was that the distant roar of engines she heard? Motors, tearing through the sky? She turned her gaze skyward, back to the blackened night as Cheryl dragged her endlessly on. How she managed to stay upright, standing on her feet was lost to her. The ground was beyond  them, the only light guiding the terrified refugees was the harsh electrical outposts every fifteen feet or so. It was darkness like their never was before in all the history of men, and Taylor clutched her little book close to her heart.
There! She saw them now, like little fireflies upon the night sky. She heard the sound of the engines clearly, it was impossible not to as their constant roar drove out everything else. The people screamed now, and panicked. Anything that had even remotely resembled order was torn away as the people scattered. Taylor let out a soft cry as Cheryl's nails dug painfully into her skin and then were gone. The woman cried out and, for the briefest of moments the sight of the Cheryl's hand reaching to her filled Taylor's vision before it was lost to her. In the frantic sounds, any cry made was instantly snuffed out.
Something connected with her gut and she slammed into a lamp post, gasping for air. Slowly, using the weight of the lamp post at her back, she forced herself into a sitting position. The roar of the motors, so close now, drew her attention skyward again. They were so close that she could see the hatches beneath them opening, the green tanks that the hatches held looking like foul waste upon the black night.
She narrowed her eyes and straightened her back. She would not run and hide; nor would she turn her gaze away. She would watch this happen because, she knew that everywhere else in the world the exact same thing was happening. There was no where to run from the end of man.
“So this is the price we pay.” Her voice came out little more than a murmur, and it was instantly swallowed up by the sounds of the crazed masses of people. Above her, the first of the tanks began to fall. “This is the price that the darkness has to pay.” The first of the tanks shattered against the ground and her eyes, unblinking, followed the forbidden yellow cloud that floated up from the point of impact. “This is the debt that man has to pay!” Blood curling screams rose up from the earth, ending off in choking, gurgling sounds as more and more of the tanks, of the gas, fell to the dead earth. Taylor threw back her head and stared vertically, at the tank that was falling less than a meter away from her. Somewhere between a shout of courage and a curse of valor she found her voice and released her cries to the heavens that had long since been lost to the poor little planet. “This is the PRICE WE PAY...!”
The tank shattered.
“....for destroying... once upon.. a time.”
The book fell, uselessly, to the ground.
***
“Mommy?” The little girl blinked her  innocent eyes at the little bundle of paper half buried in the sand. Her ears perked forward and she closed her little fingers around the pile, pulling it free from its coffin for more than a decade. “What’s this?”
Another figure lumbered over to the little girl, her own eyes reflecting curiosity. She crouched next to her daughter of six years and gently took the bundle from her grasp. She turned it over once; twice and ran her calloused over the old, leather bound cover. A smile carved into her face. “This is quite a prize.” She handed the book back to her daughter and straightened. “Quite a prize indeed, Trinity.”
Trinity frowned and licked her lips, blinking at the strange scribbling inside the book. “But.. what does it say? What are all these funny... things... inside?”
“I don’t know,  no one does. Whoever wrote this, the age, and the meaning behind them, are long forgotten to us.”
Trinity’s little eyes widened, covering  her face. Her mouth opened once, twice, but all she could manage was a little whisper. “Why? What happened ?”
The woman looked down at her child, then once again took the book from her grasp. She lay it gently back in the sand, covering it slowly with the yellow grains. As the sand fell onto the leather bound cover, she spoke softly. “Things from such an age should remain buried, my daughter. All ages must eventually end.” She bowed her head, her black hair slipping past her shoulders to the front of her face. Her voice was barely above a whisper. “But, life shall always continue.”
“Mommy?”
The young woman shook her head and picked her child up. Balancing her on her hip, she turned and began to slowly walk across the endless desert. Towards the strange civilization constructed out of rocks and hardened desert sand. A strange civilization, that had sprouted from the ruins of the old one.
A hot wind blew across the earth and stirred up the sand. For the briefest of moments, the words ‘Once Upon a Time’ were visible, before they were swallowed by the earth.
And in the distance, if you listened carefully and opened your mind, you could hear the laughter of a young girl named Taylor, who had existed nearly a millennia before.
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Once upon a time there was a great civilization, with sky scrapers that jutted out into the sky. It was a world where the population had discovered so much that there was no sickness or disease! Light could be produced without heat, heat without fire, ice without snow. Once upon a time there was such an age that spawned strange languages, strange stories, and even stranger people. But then, like all things before it, once upon a time was forgotten.
Once upon a time....
 

Sometimes I imagine this is all a joke
I imagine that
You will come home to me
And hug me with your tearful face.
You will tell me how much you miss me and love me.
I wait so patiently by the phone
To see if you will call home.
But there's no answer from you.
So I sit by the door
To see if you will come through
But still no one came through that very door you left.
I sit in my room and pray to God that I will soon see you .
But until that day comes
I go out in the rain
To hide all my tears and pain.
 

He was a fat man with a red, plump face and a British soldier. He hated patriots. He was very exited when he found out that he was going to be one of the men to capture John Hanncock and Samuel Adams! He polished his pistols and the buttons on his coat. He made bets on how many rebels he would kill. After they had started he grumbled about the slow pace of the marching men, the patriots and everything else he could think of.

 When the patriots made their stand, he urged the men around him to shoot now, never mind the cowardly commanders who hadn't ordered them to fire on the rebels yet, they were the mighty British army!  Their opponents were the dumb, untrained rebels. Kill them, capture there leaders and destroy their ammunition, that would stop this stupid rebellion.  The king knew what was best for the people not these stupid rebels.  A common man couldn't  govern himself.

 All he had to do was shoot his pistol. Everyone was nervous and ready to fire at anything.  Fire his pistol and someone was bound to start shooting. It didn't matter what side started, once the shooting started they would crush the rebels. No one was looking all eyes were on the rebels making their stand. No one was looking his way, he pointed his pistol down at the ground, he dare not fire at the rebels. No one should see him fire but if by chance he was seen he would say that it had gone off by accident. If he shot  a rebel no one would believe his story. So he started to pull the trigger but he couldn't. Then he tried it again but once more he failed.
Just then a bird chirped. Just a bird but to the keyed up and nervous man it sounded like a cannon going off. He jumped and accidentally jerked his trigger. His pistol rang out like an explosion!  Then somebody else shot and another man shot. When it was over a war had begun. He never told anyone that he had fired the shot for fear. He died in battle soon after.  Who knows what would have happened had he not shot.
 

Who are you to ask me what's the matter?
You don't care.
You didn't ten years ago, when I needed you the most.
Why now, out of the blue, you show up in my life?
Where were you ten years ago when I would fall and scrape my knee?
What about when I lost my first tooth, my first heartbreak, or my first broken bone?
Where were you? Not there.
Who do you think you are, my father?
No, you weren't one then and things don't change that fast.
So now you ask me, "What's the Matter?"
Do you really want to know?
Nothing Dad, I'm all grown up.
 

In this place there is not time. Time, motion and direction do not exist. There is nothing but a numb consciousness, driven by the bitterness of pure shadows to find some true purpose. In this dark and dismal nexus, this was where the light of mana was born. Here the spark of the universe was ignited, and it is here that all things originate. Some call it the heavens, or nirvana. For some it is the place where we go when we die, and for others just a parallel dimension. The force known as Magic was brought into existence, and soon began to be channeled through all other forms of life. Thus the endless void was given light, thus the endless existence was given purpose, direction, motion. All was revealed, but all was not perfect in the land that has been forgotten due to time.
Once long ago a culture found a way to utilize this ultimate force and built a great nation. Founded from the boundless depths of Magic, these people discovered away to enlighten themselves, and to harmonize with the elements of life. But as is human nature, for some this enlightenment was not enough. And as humans tend to do, they greedily searched for more and more power. Their thirst for power and control would never be quenched. And so a great war raged, and many terrible battles were fought. And in the end, all they accomplished was the death of more than three-fourths of their people, and the lost light of Magic.
 

Alone in the darkness
my deep hiding place
I think of you
and let my thoughts run by
I wonder what I could do
to make you realize how much I care
but maybe I should leave this secret in the darkness
and live like I feel nothing
but inside I feel I'm bursting
with feelings that must be real
but I don't want to ruin our friendship
find out this love is one sided
so for now I sit and hope
dream a million dreams of you
in the darkness
 

To close your eyes
and ignore your sharpening senses,
To be gone in presence
and present in flesh,
What talents!

To lie to your conscience
and to believe yourself,
To draw comfort
from your own flickering tongue,
What talents!

To wander in thoughts
and be lost in mind,
To not accept reality
but create another,
What talents!

They call me crazy,
eccentric, insane.
They're wrong;
Imagination is my
only grip on sanity.
 

The Sky lights up, as evil attacks
And I, on the ground, run fast with my pack
Weighing me down with a feverish smack
The Sky lights up, as evil attacks
A man, just like me, is who I must sack
My soul, I must beg, for God to give back
The Sky lights up, as evil attacks
And I, on the ground, run fast with my pack.
 

The lyrics,
That beautiful poetry.
The glorious play of words,
With meaning behind each letter.
A message for the better,
to influence the generation.
A tale of corruption,
of beauty,
of love,
of life.
Nothing is more beautiful,
and understanding,
and therapeutic
than the sounds traveling
from my ears to my soul.
Music is for me
Music is to me
Music is about me.
Always there.
The words take me into my heaven.
The beats bellow at my heart.
The voice shakes my soul,
and I am changed.
 

Sick of the lies,
Her different disguise,
Distant from perfection,
Alone in the night she cries,

Never truly fulfilled,
She agonizes,
In attempt to fill the void
She cannot escape,

Solitude provides endless time,
She thinks for hours
And wastes and wastes away the days,
She becomes useless,

Always so distant,
She dreams up different ways
To dig herself deeper into darkness,
She would rather be dead than barely alive,

Frozen under a ladders,
Always landing on the sidewalk cracks,
Tripping over black cats,
All lucky numbers vanish,

Bruised and bleeding,
Empty and ugly,
Full of animosity,
She falls to her knees,

She mimics the shadows,
Invisible to the common superstar,
She wonders how she lost herself,
She feels the whole in her stomach
Where her soul used to be,

So full of poison,
She screams towards the sky,
She believes no one will listen,
She turns her back on God,

It's too late for faith,
All she can do is burn her cross,
She heads underground,
Eternally resting in the flames.