She’s not who she says she is. She smiles at strangers Goes out of her way to make others laugh

She’s not who she says she is. She sings her heart out to tunes in the car Consoles those who feel hope is lost.

When the lights go low When the moon goes up She frowns to herself

Goes out of her way to hide in the darkness Quiet at the tune of a song Feels all hope is lost And all forgotten

She’s not who she says she is

The opesque vigor, A magical Dragon like creature who is thought to be the embodiment of energy.

A creature who only reveals itself in the case of an everlasting trajectory.

Opening itself to ones eye who is in desperate need of motivation, stimulation, and above all, hope.

The Opesque Vigor is thought to present itself by conducting electrical bolts as it seemingly levitates out of large bodies of water. Only coming out during the light of the moon. As it is believed the moon gives the water this sacred energy.

Its blinding blue almond shaped eyes gives the power of motivation. To whoever is gifted with this sight, will prevail.

Its white opaque body giving off a luminescent touch. Surrounded by what only can be noted as the feeling of hope. Hundreds of blue and white irredentist scales roaming its body. Its demnor peaceful, yet stronger than one can know.

Only those who are worthy, may come scross such a bold, brave, and heroic specimen of a creature of a lifetime.

The stars were what she liked most about the sky. How the sun sets beneath the surface of the earth The moon begins to shine. She liked the calmness of the dark. The way the whole world went silent. As if not a single soul inhabited this land But her. She’d talk to the moon Dream of the stars Bask in the thought That anything is possible If you just hope.

Though one day The stars went dim The moon hard to find. She felt as though she was alone. As if not a single soul inhabited this world. But her. Lonliness Consumption of the dark. The night felt long Cold. She’d sit and ponder Thoughts clouding her mind A star once bright and bold Falling vastly through the atmosphere. Alone in the force of the world. Nothing is possible. If you loose track of hope. The hope of Dreams.

Leaves fall behind me As I saunter through the path of the night. A taunted silence to them Laced by the dreaded lightness they ensue.

Covered by the heavy weight bearing my chest. Each step weighted by heartache Heartbreak.

A tale ended by disaster A tale in which could have lasted forever. One poets could have dreamed to write about. One in which only I could have encountered in full detail.

One of love. Delight. A future beyond comprehension. Just as the sky meets the waves As the moon acompanies the stars.

All stripped by the power of life.

Now I saunter through the path of the night. A taunted silence issued over me as I approch where you lie.

Its not your fault my dear. This world was utterly too small to bear our love. It has taken you before we could conquer the world.

Forever in my heart. Always in my mind. Till we meet again. Farwhell, my almost lover.

A little old house Was where I lived A life had begun A life that thrilled

A little old house Raising me day by day The perfect Memories That it creates

A little old house Full of love and light Soon abandoned Because of a fight

A little old house Sat and sat Not one visitor Had its back

This little old house Still stands today Longing for someone To come home and stay

This little old house all alone What a tragedy That I had to go What a tragedy I lost my home

This Little old house Turned into a reminder To savior what you have And nothing lasts forever

A Ruby Red Known for love A symbol of hope A symbol of the impossible

Autumn leaves Orange Known for fall A symbol of change A symbol of transformation

The sun Yellow Known for light A symbol of renewal A symbol of force

The trees Green Known for oxygen A symbol of life A symbol of time

The ocean Blue Known for beauty A Symbol of mystery A symbol of power

The night sky Indigo Known for new beginnings A Symbol of mystery A symbol of peace

Clematis Violet Known for happiness A symbol of strength A symbol of dreams

A world Full of beauty A world full of existence

If only you look If only you open your eyes

Take a look around Take it all in

The art of the world For the colors around us All have a meaning

Just as we need oxygen The world needs color And both are a beautiful thing

A blink of an eye. A short breath of air. Is all it took for my world to crash. To burn.

What was once my passion. Became my hell. The smell of memories Fading so vastly That I cannot comprehend.

How could I Live in a world Where what I love Is erased?

How could I Ever view the world The same As I did before?

Showered with thoughts I walk out of my shop. Leaving my world behind. Sorrow sinking in.

Then I look up.

A night sky. Full of stars. A silent night. Full of time.

I never noticed that before.

All this time. All these years. I had never looked up.

But once I did Realization hit me. And I smile. I finally smile.

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.

And there’s beauty everywhere.

Four eyes meet. Two smiles connect. Four eyes stare. Two smiles widen.

A calling. Perhaps fate. A calling of love. Perhaps fate of the world.

Two souls. Two hearts. Two souls connecting. Two hearts to one.

Alignment. Trust. Alignment of the stars. Trust in the universe.

A moment. A second. A moment to savior. A second to begin.

Love. The world. Love opening its doors. The world showing it’s colors.

Four eyes meet. Two hearts connect. Four eyes forever.
Two hearts unmatched.

There once was a rose. A beautiful red rose. And Cherished it was. This rose was full. Flourished. The center of a crowded room.

Then along came a new rose. A equally beautiful pink rose. And cherished it became. This rose was full. Flourished. Becoming the center of a crowded room.

The red rose was left unattended. Unwatered. Sitting in a dark shelf among a dark room. Wilting slowly. Blackening with each passing day. Each moment, a Petal falling to the floor.

While the pink rose grew. Blossomed. The red rose deteriorated. What once was a bright bold color Had faded into nothing. Just as quickly as it grew.

The red rose wondered why. How could such beauty be so overlooked. Just by the presence of another. Something different. Something that must be better. Prettier.

I’m greatful for the moon And The way the trees breathe I’m greatful for the stars And The way the wind screams

I’m grateful for the music And The way poetry makes me feel I’m grateful for the art And the way paintings seem so real

I’m grateful for the love And The way two souls fall into one I’m grateful for the world And The way I’ve become someone

But most of all I’m grateful For the life I’ve been given And The way I adore the earth And The way I adore this planet

From the smallest of things One simple little minute Or One small little moment Gratitude can become someone’s everlasting notion.