When does the dark change to light When does the star fall through the sky How do people live with a lie Lies like the many stars of the night Twinkle with a gleaming smirk A malicious way to speak How to lie

When does the light dim to dusk When does a truth turn fake How does a truth burn false Is it the men of monsters The crawling abyss turn truth

Do the stars light the way When do they glow How do you know who to blame Is men of monsters When does a man become a monster?

The expanse of the galaxy lay above, its vast expanse blanketed the sky. A vast crowd was gathered all staring up at the sky in awe. The stars smiled upon them, as if they knew humanity would soon join them. A countdown started as a humming filled the air. The large pointed structure began to smoke, an orange glow erupted beneath it. The countdown hit zero. The spacecraft lifted off the ground, hovering for a few fleeting moments, everyone waited with baited breath before taking off into the air. The crowd applauded and cheered. Humanity had made it among the stars, had joined them.

Dragons dance across the red sky Ethereal and gracious… only The red is the world on fire

Kids in the streets echoing laughter A ball is kicked around… only The ball is old and dirty and unmoving The echos are that of ghosts

A fluffy snow flurries into a winter wonderland Dots of tracks like animals frolicking… only The prints are human boot Trudging through a frozen wasteland The blood slows and all becomes still

The world is a dream… Is that a nightmare? No, no it should be a dream When you wake up… only Does a dream await you? Or is it a harsh reality.

If I count all the ways I love you I would never stop Not that I don’t love you But I would prefer to spend my days doing something other than counting I really do love you a lot

If I counted all the ways I love you I would find the end of the infinite system of numbers It exists I’m sure

If I count all day all night I’ll probably die before I finish listing them That wouldn’t do us any good would it? If I count too much when would I find time to be with you, my love

I would count all the ways I love you But it’s easier to give you a kiss Hug you And tell you an all encompassing I love you

I really can count… a lot…

Be quiet be still The monster hunts at night

Running jumping tripping It thunders after The shadows scape the ground Clawing at their prey

Quiet be quiet The monster prowls about Its eyes deep pits

Be still Halt breath The mist will give you away Your heartbeat will give you away

Can you get away Crash smack Run through the woods The streets Monsters hunt at night

Be still not Run until you cannot Tumbled but don’t fall Run through the bramble The monster is silent It’s bloodlust is loud

Be quiet be still The monsters are scared of the light Be loud be boisterous But only in the moonlight

I worry We worry If we all worry Is it a worry?

Does it become something more? Bubbling until the world bursts It’s not something to worry about It is a global plague A worry that shapes around the world Keeping people in its grip

If no one had worries do they go away Can you get rid of it Or does it stay, ignored

Does ignoring a worry dispel it Will it stay unnoticed but vile Will it go away

I worry about worries It’s worrying isn’t it? Is it, will it stop, will I know I worry about that too

Do we all have the same worries Is it just me I hope not… I hope so…… … I don’t want others to worry … I don’t want to worry either

I am a wanderer Different sky’s and stars The shifting of the earth I wander

I wonder about the world Never stopping strides The moon and sun guide me The animals greet me My companions are the shadows

I wander to new places I wonder about new people People. New people wander

Do you wonder when you wander Wander to new places and see Greeting families

Family? I wonder If I wander Will I find them?

As the blood soaked into his chest he knelled down onto the earthy forest floor. His veins, blue and spindly, protruded and took shape raising from his body in a rootlike manner. The earth was not swallowing him whole, he was becoming one with it. Small sprigs of green and branches started to sprout with the wooden root veins.

His hand stayed human like, his arm still shaped like that of a person but the texture changed. Wood like wrapped over flesh in an unyielding prison, or was it salvation? One would never know the true meaning of this miracle curse. The sorry changed as time did and spread to different regions. He was cursed by the planet for him crimes. The earth knew he was going to die and embraced him into their loving arms, letting him live on as a miracle tree.

That human like tree stands today alive in the way plants live, but not like that of an animal.

This way that way this… A messed up loop Tangled yarn Start over Start over

This way that way loop A single strand of knots Tiny small and insignificant Like a row with sharp teeth Yarn sticking out like thorns

This way that way circle around A hat? A scarf? A useless blob. So in fact a blanket Start over start over

That way this was form a line Smooth without deformity Twist it knot it loop it You have yourself a blanket?

It’s not a knife but it could stab Keeps poking your finger How do elderly do this You don’t have the patience.

Start over start over This way that That way this You have yourself and afternoon An afternoon so tangled You can’t move

Now cozy by a fireplace Wrapped in what you tell people is indeed A very well made… blanket?

White lights flash as Jax walks into, well anywhere, but on this particular day it was a movie premier. Enough security so that the paparazzi were stopped at the door. Jax three months ago was a nobody, just another struggling writer until he caught a break. The Noll Corporation, famous for their movies bought one of his scripts. They even invited him on set to help with the production, which wasn’t normal for the entertainment industry. The movie became a hit and suddenly Jax became famous. This premier was for another movie, A stone in time, about two star crossed lovers separated by time. The movie light up the screen and time passed by. It seemed as though Jax blinked and the applause occurred. After the movie people started to turn their phones back on, the sound of notifications echoed in the halls. Jax’s own phone started to go off as well. He took out the plain yet sleek black mobile and checked what was going on. To say he was shocked was an understatement. What he absolutely didn’t think would greet him would be post and hype about a new movie. That in of itself was not the worrying part. New movies with advertising were a dime a dozen. The concerning part was that the plot was something that Jax was familiar with, it had the exact plot and name of the script he had finished writing yesterday. Within that hallway he stopped walking. People flowed around him talking about the new movie. Jax looked on in a daze searching more in depth for who wrote the movie, or rather who stole his work. And wasn’t that the question, how did someone get their hands on his writing? Was it a bad coincidence?