Those who can, do They dream Become They have dreams Aspirations Their strong opinions Land them in political leadership positions They become Lawyers Doctors Teachers Authors But those who can’t, don’t As they fade into the background And have to follow those who did

I remember walking on the beach with my girl. The sand lapped at our toes making us content with its warmth. We were taking in all the noises of the waves crashing on the jagged shore, the gulls calling over their newest feat, and gentle crabs swaying to their own positive vibe.

We didn’t think too much of it. We were exploring and came across it. It was a Victorian grand piano. We didn’t know how it got there or why it was there. The sides were carved with beautiful vines and trees. The previous owner had not treated it very well. It’s keys are decrepit and overgrown with mold.

Was this piano in the middle of the ocean? Our minds go a little mad thinking of what this instrument might have gone through. We consider all possibilities.

The biggest surprise comes when we open it up. We gingerly open it. A large shark greets us, its newest meal in its teeth. It greets us with its terrifying smile. That was before the colors of the beautiful sunset were extinguished.

Beyond the maps, where the legends dwell, I ventured into the unknown I took a plunge into a deep dark cave The sea creatures greet me with their inquisitive faces The dampness of my clothes Pulls me under My mouth gets as wide as my eyes Treasure and lots of it I’m going to be rich There’s just one problem How am I going to get it up

Even the dead tell stories We haunt We spook But it’s all because We remember all that has happened to us Our hurts Bruises Scars That is why we Feed on your fear Live to make you sweat And also Watch out on Halloween

I saw a poster Of a little girl Blonde hair The kind that forms waves effortlessly Blue eyes As blue as the sky Freckles From too much fun in the sun She looked about eight or nine I never thought too much about it Until she showed up at my door And said in a hushed tone “Please you have to help me” “I am in trouble”

I’ve created a monster I just wanted him to stand up for himself But now he’s holding me hostage I wanted him to speak up for himself Now he has threatened anyone who differs with him I wanted him to have a thicker skin Now he threatens the entire human existence

Peter’s mother told him not to wander out of her sight One day Peter saw a butterfly Dancing Enchanting Enticing him with it’s smile spread on it’s back Peter snuck out of the house to inspect it further He went way out in the field Until he could not see the house anymore While he was running his foot catches on uneven ground He falls and fills the air with silent screams The last thing he remembered was hearing a loud snap As the world went dark

I remember the necklace That I got in France I also remember the shirt That I got in Germany The statue of a shamrock That has made it’s way From Ireland stares back at me from my desk I don’t want to stay in one place I am like a wave in the ocean Going wherever the tide takes me

Pride is a funny thing It is why the student studies all day To fully understand and not to need help But then shoves it off and asks anyway It is the reason that the employee Swallows their pride and Asks their boss for clarification

They had been arguing So I ran out Tired of the shouting and flying objects I am greeted by the night’s embrace I look at the night sky The stars wink at me As they come out of their sleepy hiding places I wish I could join them However they are always out of reach