Golden, blue, red, or white be,

Birds fly openly and free.

Colors of all shine on thee.

Large, small, in between,

Birds of all size are all seen.

Beauty of all.

Flowing, flying, winged beasts,

Follow the path of the wind street to street.

Can they see the pattern of the wind?

Birds, Earth’s sky creatures,

Bring beauty with their unique features.

They spot the sky like fluttering stars....

I look out in the meadow, where wispy wildflowers sway and long grasses flutter.

A large, golden dragon jumps around, sniffing flowers and playing with fluttering butterflies.

He smiles and puffs steam of joy.

I stare in wonder and awe, and in slight confusion.

Briar notices and laughs. “Dragons really do exist, but they’re certainly not meant to be and terrifying, Delia.”

I nod my head.

Sud...

I step into the classroom and immediately feel the heat of my cheeks turn blush.

Suddenly I feel impeccably out of place.

My brassy hair does not match that of the lovely blond hair of all the girls.

My broad, boulderous face cannot compare to the soft, angelic faces smiling contently.

My solemn frame and imperfect body gags with disgust seeing the perfect slimness of the others.

I do not fit...

You never asked, but,

I love the way the sun

Dances golden light upon your skin,

Glittering it a pale gold.

I love the way you smile

When we twirl like the wind,

Our hands interlaced,

Quite like leaves and a breeze.

I love the way you speak,

How your voice is soft—

Your lips like sweet honey,

Spurring delicious words.

I love how you understand.

Through tough times,

You always help us win ...

Sweaty hands,

Strict demands.

I must land the spin.

Aching feet,

Heart beats.

I must be perfection.

Shaken legs,

Reassurance begs.

I must not falter.

Lights shine,

It’s my time.

I must show off.

Light taps,

Heavy claps.

I’m on the stage,

Ready to dance....

“Come on Stela, you’ll be fine. I won’t even go that fast,” Deven said with an assuring smile.

I nervously fidget with my fingers, glancing at Deven’s motorbike.

Deven picks up a helmet. “You can wear this to be more comfortable.”

_Should I do it? _

“You promise to be careful?” I ask in a shaken voice.

“Yes, now let’s go,” Deven laughs, throwing me a helmet.

I drop the helmet, but put it on de...

Sometimes you need to bleed in order to heal.

Vengeance is all I desire.

If I need to collect scars, so be it.

Pain is bearable when you have a cause to endure it.

I grab my sword and tighten my armor. I will not lose this fight.

I twist my hair into braids and calm my beating heart.

This war will end tonight.

Once the sun sets to its golden glow, I walk out to the vast, dead battlefiel...

Arya was always caught in a dream, most probably due to her books. She knew her duty as a princess was to one day become queen. Arya loved her people; she wanted her kingdom to be a haven of peace and harmony.

“Arya, dear, get ready for the ball!” Arya’s mother shouted with a smile.

Her mother adores balls, especially now that her Arya was of age to wed.

Thrown into a deep blue velvet dress a...

Too imperfect to be;

My mirrored disfigured body is all I see.

Trials of error have brought me down,

But no longer will accept that frown.

I’ll bite the hand that feeds me,

So that maybe it’ll let me starve.

I yearn for simply beauty serenity—

Food is my only enemy.

I’ll suffer and hurt, that’s fine.

Maybe then love will finally be mine....

I want to go home.

Get me out of this miserable place,

Where darkness haunts my every corner

And sickened thoughts splatter my mind.

I want to go home.

People here are cruel and faithless,

And I feel I am slowly losing

The battle between good and evil.

I want to go home.

Purpose of life splitters to a void of nothingness.

I do not belong here.

Get me out!

_I want to go home!_

I beg o...