Creatures of the Forest

March 1, 2010

We run and we jump and we sing Ooo-Roo-Roo. We slide and we glide and we dance for the moon. We never have bed times because we’re in charge, and we never will wake up before our alarms.

We are the creatures of the forest you see, and we live out our lives oh most frantically. If you were wondering there’s no one around to chide us or guide us or tell us “Sit down!”

We rule our own lives almost every day, except when it is way to cold out to play. Then sadly of course we will have to obey, the rules of our parents and all that they say.

December 1, 2009

Thoughts flood my head like an angry sea. The crashing of waves are my memories. The Past is neither present nor future the past, still trust doesn’t grow so easily. Time is the key and our walls are the shield, acceptance lies somewhere within.    But first rewind and take back the lies, the murder you committed back then.   Maybe someday it will be as it was and maybe it never will, but time can erase, forgive and forget and begin all things anew.

Believe

October 6, 2009

I am a dreamer who seeks other worlds. I wish to capture them on a page and share with the masses. I strive to make the impossible possible and the unimaginable believable. I search for light that inspires my soul to show those who do not regard its truth. And I desire beauty in the details that make it real.

The Colors of the World are Changing

September 30, 2009

I can feel it, causing my breath to be short; it sends shivers down my spine. I can smell it,  the smell of change as everything dies. I can see it, colors of fire that fade into brown. I can sense it as the seasons turn upside down.

It is fall in my globe. Shake it and watch the leaves float.

The world inside of a page

September 6, 2009

A piece of paper is much more than just blue lines on white; it’s a world waiting to be discovered, a life dying to live. Its surface is a canvas wanting to be something more than just an object. The story is there. All you have to do is look and listen; the rest will play out in black ink.