Friday, January 21, 2011

Your Song

La la
La la la
La la la la la la
La la
La la la
La la la la
La la
La la
La la la la la

What this really is
Is different for everyone.
This is your song.

Sunday, January 16, 2011

The Night Time

In the night,
Where the moon is full and round,
I feel my senses become lose.
Feeling sensations being released,
My head spinning,
Yet I still laugh uncontrollably.

Don't worry about it,
Because its in my head you see,
A dream,
A vision,
Or a premamisson?

Sometimes I don't know which is which,
That I have in the night.
I know one thing for certain,
It comes from the Dream Spirit.

It comes into my dreams,
And the Dream Spirit takes them however she pleases.
It makes them good,
It makes them bad.
They always have a meaning to your life.

It's okay to stirr in its grasp sometimes.
It knows that some of the dreams or visions she gives,
Can even be painful ones that you have to wake-up.

So don't fear the Dream Spirit,
Or even be too fond of the Dream Spirit,
Because it can just change that in a instant.

Friday, January 14, 2011

A Faery

A faery is a curious thing
It likes to joke, dance and sing.
It tickles your nose,
But never shows
A face let alone a wing.

Wishing they could come along,
We walk, laugh and sing a song.
We don't see them there,
But they hide in our hair
The faeries know they belong.

A faery is a curious one
It likes to play and have great fun.
It tickles your nose,
But never shows
Even in light of the sun.

A Special Place

The mountainous valley
Sees the sun
A few times a season
And realize that they
Are unique.
Surrounded by sea
But still connected to land,
They bundle up
In the depths of summer.
So I wonder
What makes our home
So special.

I'm Finally Back

When I can't think,
I feel as though I have lost myself
My ideas power me
The absence of creativity
Hurts, and I wish I could always
Know exactly what to write about.

When I forget I have somewhere
To let out my random jumbles of words
That you all call art,
I feel as though
I've lost my touch.

But when you tell me that my words
Sound beautiful,
I feel like everyone can put a bunch of words
Together, in a poem or story,
As I do, but sometimes I
Take for granted.