A Morning in Vermillion

The red eyes gave the rabbit a mysterious and almost mischievous look. It snuck onto the picnic blanket and into the open bag of chips, the owner of which was lost in a good book. His shoes were kicked off on the side of the blanket and his blue socked feet were perched on the trunk of the tree he lay under. His glasses gave him a slightly geeky look while also adding to his already above average features.
She found pleasure in watching this as she hugged her own book tightly. This was just what she had been searching for.

Wearing A Way

I wonder, I wander away. A way away. Away we shall venture. Venture and wander away. But...where? Wearing away. Where has all gone? But...I only wondered. I wondered my life away. A way not to have been taken. Take it away. Take and take. Take me back. Back to the way.

I'll Paint For You This Red

Give me a pencil and I'll draw you the world.
With a pen, I'll change it.
Provide for me crayons and I'll color it happy.
With red, I'll draw the Lamb's blood.
With this red the world shall be painted.

Shakespeare's Enigma

With 2 teaspoons full of wishful thinking my words echo yellow and this gravity green tells of the Raven one summer's eve

The Abyss

Don't you see the nightmare blowing in?
Your sweet dreams are turning against you...
Devouring your existence

Wavering Eyes and Quivering Lips

The afterlife had always intrigued him. Well it was really just the passing from life to death, but he liked the sound of "afterlife". The different ways to die, he was always finding new and rather odd ways of lives ending. He would say that he is not in the least afraid of dying any of those deaths nor of death itself, and even his countenance indicated so.
Brazen Slumber. The Unquiet Alternation. Indefinite Tenant. He had called life and death many things.
But today his countenance wavered. Upon his disappointingly unexciting deathbed he no longer found the brazen slumber to be intriguing. Rather, its consideration in the situation which he found himself in caused his throat to burn as he swallowed and a tear trickled down his right cheek and found its way to his lips.
No longer did he look forward to that moment of passing because he now realized that there is no turning back. Death is permanent. And how do we know there is nothing waiting on the other side?
He glanced at the flowers on his bedside table. The beautiful, vibrant colors clashed with his emotions and caused more tears to slide. The man thought of all the amazing sights and sounds and smells, everything, he had experienced in life, and came to a sudden and final realization. Whereupon he whispered his final words, seemingly to no one, but he knew there was One who heard even him.
His slumber had come, but the few seconds before it did were the most important of not just his life, but of his entire existence, and they allowed him one last smile through his last sobs.

Ascending the Dark Stairway...Sh-shall We?

Thriving has become mere surviving
And sometimes a wet cheek is better than a fiery heart.
But the tears flow from the broken heart.
So either way, our hearts are harmed
And naught we do shall mend our souls.

The Absence

The darkness creeps in between the floor boards.
The walls creak under the weight it brings.
It floods the room, putting all out of proportion.
It causes confusion and insanity.
Sounds grow loud and suspicious.
Imagination creates movements,
And fear takes over.

Life is Hard, and Then...?

Someone forgets while another remembers

He who regrets ever stumbles

Someone humbles while another rages

He who grumbles never gauges

Someone desires while another builds

He who hungers shall be filled

Someone loves and so he giveth

He of Him shall ever liveth

The Cloud To My Ray Of Sunshine

As the sun starts to rise and peep over the horizon

Light begins to flood through the window

Causing tears to glisten down rosey cheeks

And as that ray, of hope it seems, hits my heavy heart

I realize that you were my sunshine

Breaking through these grey clouds of mine

The Lucky Bugs

Too many times I've thrown caution to the wind

And wound up like a bug on a windscreen.

And after impact, it doesn't matter what you were

A beautiful butterfly, a stinging bee or a pathetic dung beetle...

Its all just a mess in the end.

Windy Smiles

She had never cared for the wind in her hair before. She had always felt it a chaotic mess with her hair blowing in and out of her face. But today...today it made her feel free. She smiled to herself as the wind blew her hair across her lips and she felt no need to brush her hand along her cheek to move it away. Standing outside her first house, she couldn't believe the day had finally come, the day of freedom. She knew it came with great responsibility, but today, that could wait...

She slowly went inside,smiling and even chuckling as that inviting wind added to her happiness.

Cloudy Words in the Wind

Letters scrawled across the page

Ideas printed on paper

Thoughts pieced together on parchment

Dreams expanded to writing...

Yet the words do not flow

The brilliance cannot come.

Hidden in the shadows of the mind

The insane shows not its face

Doom Circles

The end is in sight

But yet another beginning looms ahead

A Step Away

In an emotionless world...

In a fearless world...

Without hope, with no worries

Without love, with no tears

No cares, no sleepless nights

No goodbyes, no hunger

With these nothings out of the way,

What shall stand before us,

What, in our path, shall lie?

Yet without emotions

Without fears, hope, love

With no fears nor cares

Without those sleepless nights...

Why would we still desire these paths?

Emotions carry, fears drive

Hope supports, love comforts

And caring nurtures

Without these, what shall we become?

Limits

His character leaned slightly to the left as if a bee had landed on the flowering weeds of his conscience.

If the Green Left the Other Side...

Blue in the Air

Tortured by the wind

He pointed to the sky

And a pink bird fell from above

With RocCandy in our hair

And oceans in the sky

We'll just sit here all alone...

A Day Too Far

The darkness stretches to the end of the earth. The change is felt by all. Fear is smelled in the damp air. Lightning flashes in the distance, the soft rolling of thunder is heard.

What has been dreaded for centuries, has finally come.

The Overcast Heart

While we hide our faces in shame

Tears stain our ever forlorn cheeks

As our expressions assume a permanent sorrow

Abandoned Souls and Lost Hearts

As I stare at the faded ink upon my hand that once was a heart

I faintly remember the heart that I once had.

But no longer do I feel it inside me.

Was it you who took and hid it from me?

Or was it just so worn out and withered that I didn't realize you'd handed it back to me?

Legends of the Mythical

The hunger ate at my soul. My mouth watered as I watched my victim laugh, unaware of the looming darkness. I began to grow impatient, waiting for the yelt to make that crucial mistake which they all eventually fall into.

My breathing quickened, eyes latched onto the prey. I could wait no longer, twas torture to the soul. Death, t'would come to him someday, why not now?

But fear was vacant from his eyes. He was prepared.No one was ever prepared. Had I acted too soon as to cause his definite awareness? Or had I just stumbled onto the masterpiece believed to have abandoned this planet?

A Starry Day and a Darkened Night

The sun had not been seen for days. Nor the moon. The people's hope was growing dim, as the light of the morning. Fear had mixed with the damp air and was felt by all. The coldness seemed to have come in a single breath, settling in forever.

Mental Survival

The pen be my sword

Its ink, my blood

The paper the battlefield

And the mind that which I strive to conquer