Cherry red.
Semi – sweet.
No dread.
Very neat.
Always there.
A great friend.
Always cares.
This will never end.
There for me.
There for him.
There for my enemy.
There for them.
Like a sister.
Friendship is always true.
I’m always gonna miss her!
Thank you!
Not A Game Saga
Father
Is that what you Are?
A man of respect?
A man of power?
I can’t remember…
When did you last make me smile?
When did you last make me cry?
I can’t remember…
Where were you?
When I was alone?
When I was tortured?
When I was betrayed?
Why weren’t you there?
Why didn’t you save me?
Did you care?
Or are you busy ruling your land?
Not A Game Saga
My beloved flower…
Why does your heart race?
So fast within my body.
That was once yours.
I have a new body now!
One that you once inhabited.
I like in this world now.
I have to get used to that…
I no longer live in shadows.
I no longer kill those in the way.
I no longer torture fools.
I am no longer Death’s Daughter.
I must leave that world.
The past is behind me.
Forever away.
Even my family.
That name is not mine.
I will be the moon no longer.
Nor the queen.
Nor the reaper.
I must look to the light.
And make peace with myself.
You must go to your home.
In the world of ever-shine.
I shall walk this world…
And clean up your mess…
I am the new you,
And I’m here to stay.
Not A Game Saga
You loved him.
So did I.
You cared for him.
So do I.
He chose me first.
You were sad.
You tried to accept us.
But it tore you apart.
You let yourself be overcome.
I let myself grow weak.
You attacked him first.
And made him weep.
I tried to help.
I learned of how weak I was.
You broke his heart.
And tried to reap him of innocence.
After months of hardships.
After pain and pain again.
You were finally free.
From the 7 that held you.
Your heart broke.
Guilt plagued you.
Evil demanded you back.
My poor light…
And now your body dies.
Your heart in pieces.
Even though you were forgiven.
You hated yourself too much.
You began to cut ties.
With family.
With friends.
With Him…
He loved you.
He trusted you.
You distanced yourself.
And shattered our worlds.
You’re fading…
You’re dying…
Let me save you…
Let us combine!
Go inside yourself now…
Let me take control.
Let me suffer your weaknesses.
Let me have your body…
Your heart is yours.
Your body is mine.
I will keep it within me.
Protect it from harm…
I will cut off the weights
That pulls you down
I will save you!
I will save him, too!
I may grow weak –
From your heart…
But my will is strong
I will save us…
Sleep now…
Sleep forever…
Live on…
Let me take over.
Not A Game Saga
Oh, how I miss my Candy,
A dog of well-known breed,
Who always was beside me?
And sensed my every need…
He’d comfort with a nuzzle,
Sit closely by my side,
If I were feeling cheery
Or in great despair …
A scratch would do him nicely,
When his needs came to fore,
A tender kiss upon his head,
He rarely asked for more…
I miss his gentle presence,
The howl he sung with glee,
The friend who found no failure
Or faults in me could see…
Candy left a paw – print
Upon my breaking heart.
For we had bonded fully
And hoped to never part.
Adapted from Virginia Borman Grimmer
What a lovely tune.
Of the winds breeze…
Of the waters currents…
Of the redwood trees.
What a joyous sound
Of the Bees
And the robin.
And every other thing.
“Too bad.”
Said the wind.
“Too bad.”
Said the rabbit.
For there is a bird.
A blue bird of melody.
It is said in history…
Of the notes this bird can reach.
“I want to hear!”
Said the water.
“I want to hear!”
Said the bees.
This bird will not sing.
She will not talk.
She will not whisper.
For all she can do is weep.
She was born a slave.
She was born a captive.
She was born in chains.
She was born in a cage.
The master would
Come to admire her.
The mistress would
Yell and abuse her.
Both hoped to
Hear her sing.
Both yearned to
Hear a tune.
But she would not.
She could not.
She was mute.
But why?
Because her cage
Is by the window.
And she would
Look through it every day.
She would see the
Children laughing.
She would see
Her friends fly.
She wanted to join them.
But her wing was clipped.
Her master won’t let her out.
She will never be free.
So she sits…
Day after Day
And watches every other bird,
Fly away.
Her master waits.
Her mistress complains.
But she will never open her beak,
For the caged bird cannot sing…
Time is now.
Time is then.
Time is eternal.
Time is gone.
When did it start?
Where did it began?
How could this be?
Time is here.
Too soon.
Too soon
It is all –
Too soon!
18 now.
1 then.
Everything is different –
But nothing has changed!
How can this be?!
Too soon!
18 too soon!
17 too short!
It’s unavoidable
But this came too fast.
I Hate this!
I fear this!
Why do I feel this way?
When did I change?
I wished for it every day,
But now that it’s here I want it to go away!
Too soon!
Everyone’s different…
No one changed…
Things aren’t the same…
Confused. Confused.
Fear, anger, pain.
18 too soon.
Make it go away!
I’m scared! I’m scared!
Alone. Alone. Ghost.
No voice. No heart. No soul
18 too soon.
Where am I now?
What happened to me?
Why did I change?
Happy Birthday, Valerie…
