The swing groaned

Its rusty chains making a kind of sad, rattling sound

I watched the city from the swing, a blur of motion and noise

And it felt like the swing was trying to keep up, like it was trying to tell a story

I often wondered what happened down there

Why the whole city was in chaos and why was i brought up here to hide

These are questions i constantly trouble myself with

"This is ...

High above the city, on the bridge between clouds, lived a dragon named Abba. Abba had lived for centuries and centuries. He slumbered and floated about, but never went down to the bustling city below. He was a dreadfully lonely creature, his elongated snout often resting between his claws as he gazed wistfully down upon the human lands.

One twighlight tinged morning, Abba was observing a little ...

Rosalie has always lived in a cave on a mountain. Mother would never let her see the city below them, until she got very ill. Since mother would always be the one to go to the city and get everything that they needed, Rosalie didn’t know what to do when she needed to get mothers medicine. She walked around for hours upon hours, but when she finally came back, mother was dead.

“Someone was here.”...

This is becoming a daily occurance for me, climbing these rugged rocks gaining more and more altitude until I see it.

My city, the only place I’ve ever known. I’ve never been outside these walls. I try to hide my curiousities bury them deep within me. It seems so minuscule from up here. What was once skyscrapers towering over me making me feel so little. Are now the little ones. How the roles hav...

High Above the City

Above the mountains, into the sky, through the clouds

Dreams fly free, and there I linger soundlessly among them

I sit and I wait and I watch

I guide the path through the still night air

The atmosphere is motionless, clean, free of smog

The setting sun sparks the most beautiful palette

Ambitions paint the most beautiful pictures

And when the last of the light dissipates, the ...

High Above the City

Where mountains kiss the sky

There lies a girl so pretty

But she always wants to hide

She thinks shes not good enough

She thinks she is bad

What she doesn’t know

Is that she is beautiful!

Her actions mean good

Her smile is true

She is hiding in us

And you don’t have a clue

Embrace her

Make her feel loved

Confidence is what you need

To become a better

YOU!

So stand up tall

Smil...

I looked down at the people below me from where I live people looked like ants,but I know that is far from true my parents told me I would always be safe up here up in the clouds away from the world beneath my feet.

Each step I take on this big rock high above the sky with a roof over my head to protect me from the sun, I began to wonder what is it like down there, is it different from up here? ...

I speak, but silence lingers near,

A whisper drowned by quiet fear.

I reach for hands I used to hold,

But time moves fast, and they

grow cold.

I watch you laugh, I see you shine,

A world expanding- yours, not

mine.

I should he happy, and I am,

Yet still, I ache- I dont know why I

am.

If I don’t speak, will I fade away?

Will memories of me start to fray?

If I hold on, will it be to tight?

Or...

As backwards is reverse to forward,

Above is reverse to below!

A feeling of depression occurs sometimes,

when observing the past.

Overcome mental oppression, to live in relief at last!...

A girl on a swing, unseen by the world below,

Her form a wisp of smoke, drifting in the endless glow.

She swings through silence, between the stars and the sky,

A hole in the mountain, where no one dares to look or try.

Her heat burns bright, but no one feels the flame,

Only shadows whisper of her, calling her by name.

She moves through the air, a secret in motion,

A fleeting thought, a hidden emo...