Good night world
Today has been a glorious day
Tomorrow will be better
As new things await
My writing muse has bid me a-do
As I must do to all of you
For my pillow is calling my name
And my eyes are doing the same
Pleading me that it is time to go
Into my dreamworld I’ll shall go
A good nights sleep I shall get
Until the sun rises again
Good night all
Tomorrows a new day
Filled with new scenes
A few days ago I posted about writing a story called The Outlandish Hero. This story is for a project that is for a charity initiative that is donating all funds to St. Jude Children’s Cancer ward. I said I was going to share a tidbit of the story with you, and since then I’ve forgotten to do so. So much going on and my brain is pretty much everywhere right now.
It is still in the beginning stages, and will stay at this stage until I finish editing my novel and another short story. That shouldn’t take me long as I plan to finish my novel editing by the end of this week. Let’s see how well that goes.
As I sit under a tiny tree, one that hasn’t quite reached its prime, I day dream about all the possibilities of life. I dream of becoming a knight and fighting for my kingdom, of walking out of the barricaded walls one day. But I know that neither of those things are physically possible. I can’t be a knight for I am a girl, and it isn’t civilized for any girl to become a knight—so my father says. As for leaving these barricaded walls it wasn’t safe, those who left never returned. I felt deep in my gut that I could make it through those walls, through the twisty maze of trees that had grown up around us, and out of this secluded place.
Countless days I sat just staring out the gates looking at the twisty trees that had surrounded us. We really don’t know where they came from. The king and queen of our little kingdom said that it’s a curse on our king and that whomever cast the curse won’t release us until our kingdom is in shambles. Lately, that’s been the case, we’ve had riots nearly every night, people have been jumping the gates to get free, and it’s all around chaos. Not something any of us need to really deal with or see, especially a fourteen year old girl that still believes there is good in this twisted world.
Snow, what is this snow that people speak of?
Snow is frozen drips of water,
that falls down from the sky.
Covering the ground in a blanket of white.
Snow, every young child’s delight.
Children ride on sleds,
But it is not safe to ride your bike.
Though it causes adults some fright.
Roads become unsafe,
as icy crystals fall from the sky.
Schools and job close
because it is unsafe to travel.
Snow is beautiful when you see it.
So many thing you can do with it.
Build snowmen, make snow angels.
Even have snowball fights.
Snow is really a wonderous delight.
I’m dying to know.
Would you like to be a fuzzy monster, or a black crow?
Would you rather be a plain monster, or a silly monster?
I really must know.
How about a monster with 86 toes?
Or one with seventeen eyes?
Would you rather be a scary monster,
or a friendly monster?
Come on tell me which, which would you pick?
Would you want to be a tiny monster,
what about a big monster?
Would you like to be able to hide in small places?
Or be able to fly?
Tell me, tell me know. I am dying to know.
Would you rather have purple fur, or green scales?
Would want to be a land monster, or one who sails?
Tell me now, make up your mind. and let me know.
This was brought about by a Halloween prompt last year. I felt the need to share it 🙂
That monster has big sharp teeth.
That one has a bloody axe.
Where did all these scary monsters,
Some are big, some are small,
Some are short and some are tall.
Some look hungry,
Others look mad.
And some look very, very bad.
Oh I am not staying around,
Any much longer,
I don’t not want to find out
If they are hungry or worse.
Time for me to run,
Run from these horrible monsters.
That little white bear,
the bear that is a constant reminder.
A constant pain in my heart,
because I know you are not here with us.
The bear that was given to me,
on that dreadful day.
The day we laid you in the ground.
The day we cried for hours.
The day that we had to realize what had happened,
that it wasn’t just a nightmare.
I wish I had you here,
instead of a small, white bear that holds a pink heart.
Instead of clinging to it, I wish I could hug you.
I wish you were not taken from us.
Every ounce of me wishes you were here.
But I know you had a higher purpose,
and were needed for something greater.
So I await the day I get to see you again.
I love you sissy.
Winter so beautiful
Winter so awfully cold
Snow blankets the ground
While children play all around
I hate the winter chill
But winter is quite the thrill
I’d rather have the summer heat
But winter simply can’t be beat
Snowballs flying through the air
Children with sleighs everywhere
Snow-angels lay on the ground
Oh winter is all around
It may be cold
I might can’t feel my toes
My fingers may be stiff and numb
But winter you will still always be fun
Family oh how I love thee
You are always there for me
Yes we fight and fuss
But I love you know matter what
We have our times of laughter
Our times to mourn
We always stick together
No matter the storm
Sometimes I am stubborn
And quite hard-headed
But you understand me
Even when I don’t understand myself
Some people can’t say that they have a tight family
Some can’t say their mother is their best friend
Others don’t have the bond we have
I wish that they did
I love my family
Friends come and friends go
It is hard most of us know
But there is always that one friend
That will never part from you
Your best friend
Your true friend
The only one that understands
They’ve been through the good
They’ve seen the bad
They’ve seen the temper tantrums that you’ve had
They’ve been through all the melt-downs
They’ve seen you breakdown
You’re not afraid to be you with them
They’re not afraid to be them around you
You tell each other all your secrets
Nothing is ever hidden
You are more than just a friend
More than just a best friend
You are more like family to me
You’ve been there all along
Even when we didn’t get along
Our friends stood strong
Though we didn’t know it
No matter what reality throws at us
We’ll always figure a way out of it
Because that is what best friends do