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Childhood Dreams A boy sat, legs crisscrossed, on the floor. Toys in hand. Greatness in his mind as he swings them through the air. He dreams of them, sees himself in their shoes: Champions, Paragons, Heroes The man he wishes to be. The man he wished to become. The same boy, now a man, Looks back on his childhood self. He remembers his dreams, He remembers his desires, -To be a Champion- -To be a Paragon- -To be a Hero- -To be someone’s Hero- The man filled with nostalgia, He does not frown. He does not regret. He smiles. He knows his dreams: Of being a fantastical hero Were idle fancies; but he smiles He knows that a hero is more

I Found Paradise In Her Embrace Froth of white water, the nipping air, the teething ice, Overwhelmed by my feelings, tormented by salt and ragged breath, forced Under by the current, my eyes deceived me, the colors of darkness, Night‘s domain, terror’s playground, shut them off, blinded my eyes, only Death dances in this place where shades creep in the endless abyss. Painful truths. struggle and flail. no life amongst the dead Arrays of billowing waves.  Crashing currents. Shades crept closer. Ringing in my bones. The ice cracking into it. Alas! My heart stops. My blood freezes. Damned by the sea’s piecing nails. It&rsquo

Who am I (part 3) I was there when you were young: Walking on all fours, Drool dripping from your mouth, You cuddled at my feet, You slept in my lap under the sun As it kissed your skin with warmth As it feed my body with warmth I was there when you were young: You ran around on with such vigor, Wind rushing through your hair, It falling on your face, Your lips curled in a smile, Cheeks flushed and warm, You sat on my lap, You rested at my feet As the sun kissed your skin As I shielded you from its glare I was there when you were young: You smiled at me, Pointing up at me and complimenting my mane As the wind rustled through it, You tugged

Honestly Homely The smooth breeze ruffles the great evergreen trees large bushel of leaves, it sang with the wind as snowflakes drifted towards the ground in an elegant dance with the wind. A figure rushes up the mountain side, with two cups in hand, her feet squishing against the pillow-like snow the coated the earth. Her breath white and her cheeks rosy, she stopped at the apex of the hill and stared up the tree. Its mixture of greenery and white snow gave it a painting-like quality, smooth edges of snow with prickly green spines wiggling through with every kiss of the wind. She stepped towards the tree whose rough bark had been carved int

A Canvas of Fortune The room was filled with white light, the porcelain curtains billowed from the window as two women combed and prepped red flowing locks of a woman in white. A shear veil laid in front of them sitting lady as the two behind her continued to comb through her red hair. The two women muttered her hair was finished and left the room. The sitting woman looked at the mirror as her lips curbed upwards. A knock hit the door. "Can I come in?" murmured a voice; the sitting lady got up and opened the door. "Sumia, how do I look?" Sumia, dressed in a pale pink dress with a deep red wrap around her waist tied to a bow upon her back, p