Sunday, December 19, 2010

Not Yet

They told me it's time to grow up and put my childhood away forever. They gave me a tiny chest with a brass key to lock away the remnants hugging my heart. I open the lid to discover lost things and long ago memories, nestled amongst forgotten daydreams.

They're all watching me, waiting. Please, I'm not ready. I cling the shimmering edges, unwilling to let go.


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Tuesday, December 7, 2010

Moonbeams

There's a hole in my pocket, scattering loose pebbles and feathers and fallen stars; even the key to the door slipped through a crack in the floorboards. I peer through the keyhole and watch the sun falling in slanted pools across my fallen treasures. Out here I dance with evening's shadows.

I've been studying faded maps and tracing voyages across the parchment. One day I'll see the world. Countless more nights to go. By then, the moonbeams would have buried me.


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Sunday, November 21, 2010

Hidden

It's the hiding that frightens me. Sometimes, when I stare into the looking glass, I catch a shadowy glimmer–– there, in the eyes. A ghost buried deep within, hovering from view like a long lost secret, covered beneath the dusts of time. It scurries away from my beckoning fingers, nestling out of sight; a whisper, always locked away, forever hidden.


Image from Things She Loves on Tumblr.

Thursday, November 11, 2010

Fading

The colors are melting away, leaving behind a greying black and white world. Lost souls sleepwalking through the streets take no notice; but I am not content with the consuming night.

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Wednesday, October 27, 2010

Tomorrow

Tomorrow, you said, sealing the promise. Tomorrow.

The clock on the mantle has stopped ticking. The thick silence presses all around me, suffocating my heart and seeping into my lungs. Outside the wind has ceased and all is still; the earth is expecting you too.

My fingers linger on the window pane. They told me to stop searching but I couldn't listen. I keep waiting, passing through an endless string of midnights; but tomorrow has never come.


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Sunday, October 17, 2010

Wings

My dreams are fragile butterfly wings, a flutter inside my heart. The world tries to steal them, blow them away with the Autumn wind. What they don't realize is that, once born, my dreams can never be caged.

I will not be confined to the ground; I have grown wings. I stand towards the topaz sun, my arms outstretched, unafraid.


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Sunday, October 10, 2010

Once



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Saturday, October 9, 2010

Nightdreams

Magic hangs in drapes across my eyelids. In yesterday’s nightdreams I was the Sugar Plum Fairy dancing on a glittered stage, bathed in prisms of rainbow sunlight. Tomorrow I shall transform into a swan, framed in soft feathers and dipped in the silvery moon.


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Thursday, October 7, 2010

Shadows

Autumn’s breath is descending, coating my skin. My fingers are sticky with carmel and night’s dust are speckles on my eyelids. Outside, ghosts wander through the fog, phantoms in the night. I light a fire in the hearth to keep their shadows away.


Image found from ragsandtatters on Tumblr.

Sunday, October 3, 2010

Vapor

Sometimes I am lost, an evaporating vapor in ocean mist. I've misplaced a part of my soul.


Image: "Hedgehog in the Fog" by FoxandFayvel on Tumblr.

Tuesday, September 21, 2010

Fairy Dust

I still remember how to get to Neverland, but some days I've forgotten how to fly. Fairy dust slips through my fingers; I hide it in a jar and lock it away, where the Ticking Crocodile won't find it.

I won't stop believing. I can't.


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Thursday, September 9, 2010

Silence

I’ve lost my voice. It drifted away, tempted by the wind, into the vast and dark universe. I try to call for it, but out of my mouth falls only silence; sad, lonely silence. I can feel words inside me, trapped in shackles; they’re burning on my tongue, ready to burst from my lungs.