Staring at the World

Out in space

Is where I am,

I'm there,

Yet not.

I'm everything,

Yet nothing.

I forgot what I am,

Or what I should be.

I see the stars twinkling in my eyes,

And the planets in the universe passing by me.

I also see the moon round in my face,

And I realize that there is no air for me to breath.

I feel a magic power making me fly in the empty world,

I try to touch the empty world,

But there is nothing to touch.

I want to breath air,

But there is non out here.

I want to talk to a being,

But no ones here where I am.

So I look inside myself and try to find,

The world where I am supposed to be.

I look left and right,

Up and down,

But I know that it's useless,

But it somehow feels right at the moment.

I search for some time later for a planet,

As I look in different places,

But I didn't find it so far.

As I look in despair for the world to live,

I realize that I know it will be harder to adapt,

So I just shrug and stare at the empty place,

My empty place.

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Thank goodness for the forests that are left in the world.  If only we all planted some sort of forest, we wouldn't be worrying about the whole "loading" situation with computers. =P  Ha!  Well, I have a garden to tend to.  Good bye humans who have to wait for their computers to load!  And hail to the beguiling bunnies!

--Your former friend,

The Foliage Spirit

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.

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.
But,
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.
However,
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.

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.