I'm really proud of this one. Really proud of it. I drew it during our powwow and I think it turned out pretty amazing. And yes, this is a guy.
Who are we to make these assumptions?
Who are we to doubt what is true?
They said humans would never fly,
they said the Titanic would never sink,
they said that Earth could not touch the stars,
and still we landed on the moon.
They said cars were unrealistic,
and now everywhere we look we see them.
They said we'd never win World War I,
and yet here we are after World War II.
So many things done that were said to never be,
so many things won that were lost in the sea.
So many treasures retrieved from places untold,
so many things learned and so many things to unfold.
With all that we know,
and all that we've seen,
think next time,
before you judge what is:
QuestionableUp all night,
tossing and turning.
Unable to know the reason why.
It's all right though,
my yearning and burning,
because it will all get better in time.
Dreams quite probable,
everything not quite as it should be.
There's something here,
that can't quite focus.
I feel very near,
of the answers I seek,
but I'm just out of reach.
What am I doing?It has to be a mistake,
this feeling inside.
These things aren't right,
please show me how to hide!
I can't seem to get away,
it's just not right.
Every time we meet,
my heart feels so tight.
Never felt like this before,
I can't help but crave more.
Despite everything I've known,
I feel like my heart can soar.
My stomach twists in knots,
my every breath stops.
My words come out freely,
it's trust to the tops.
This can't be right,
every doubt screaming in my head.
Still somehow it's there,
even as I lay in my bed.
Like fire through my veins,
this impossible feeling.
Every day we speak it grows stronger,
it's like my scars, they're healing.
Every wall I have up,
seems to come crumbling down.
My idea of love,
was always so profound.
Lately I've found,
I'm rethinking myself.
Everything I knew,
no longer can my knowing be up on that shelf.
No one else knows,
how could they understand?
As I turn around,
and deny who I said I am.
Things are getting so difficult,
and I just can't stop it.
A Broken Memory -Part 2-She felt as if she were weighed down by a thousand ton weights. She couldn't move, like her body was numb, she couldn't even wiggle her toes or twitch her fingers but still she felt everything. It was like she was in some kind of conscious coma. She could hear all around her, the beeping of a hospital life line, the air rushing through vents, the muffled breaths of men behind a wall. She couldn't believe it, how heightened her senses seemed to be. She could hear everything; feel everything from the binds around her limbs and torso to the cold table beneath her.
The loudest sound however was the quick labored breathing of someone. The breath sounded smaller than a human's but still large. She heard a shift, the breather moving, claws scraping against another table, a familiar whimper.
Kujo! Nothing came out, just her thoughts and the rush of her breath. Her mouth wouldn't open, her vocal cord wouldn't work. She couldn't even open her eyes, gaze dashing back and forth in darkness. She wa
A Broken Memory -Part 1-The day was moving into dusk, the sun barely visible over the tops of the shortest buildings. The streets were wet with the evening rain, puddles being kicked up by the occasional passing car. All was quiet except the scuff of boots and the slight click-click of four paws on the concrete.
The street lights flickered on as the last rays of light disappeared behind the horizon; the artificial light illuminating a pale young girl and a large brindle Dane.
Dark brown-red hair peaked from beneath the girl's hood, her face aptly hidden by a thin black hood from her jacket. She walked casually, seeming in no hurry at all with a hand in her pocket, a hand on the leash. Her feet scooted along, barely coming off the ground, weighed down by heavy black combat boots. Every now and then a small rock would be found in her path, soon sent off flying into the street by the thick cover on her toe.
The dog suddenly froze, ears perking atop his head, looking down an alley across the street. He sni
Have you ever had a dream?Have you ever had a dream,
where you woke up crying?
Not crying of sadness,
not crying of pain,
but crying of joy,
for something to gain.
A dream where your wishes,
seemed to appear,
out of nothing, out of air,
and whispered in your ear.
Have you ever had a dream,
where you woke up laughing?
Not laughing of happiness,
not laughing of glee,
but laughing of loss,
for something you never wanted to see.
A dream like a nightmare,
you were just happy to be awake,
you laughed 'cause it was silly,
but inside your mind was at stake.
Have you ever had a dream,
you couldn't explain?
so surely a shame.
A dream like a mystery,
where nothing made sense,
but somehow you knew,
it was only the tense.
Have you ever had a dream,
where you knew it was real?
Where you felt the pain,
felt the joy,
felt the emotion like it was real.
A dream like a memory,
neither happy nor sad,
a dream like a test,
neither good nor bad.
And have you ever had a dream,
that you wished you could share?
Something I forgot to say...There's something I never show,
hidden behind my glorious glow,
I pull it deep inside,
and hope that I can hide.
You say that I could hold the stars,
and to that I do agree,
but something you must know,
is that I'm no "Susy Lee".
I'm far from perfect,
far from fair.
I know my weaknesses,
and their hard to bare.
I've been down that path,
that winding trail,
were shadows filled my every thought,
and made me oh so frail.
I didn't feel I had anyone,
to guide me to the light,
but even when I felt alone,
I had to see the future sight.
It's true I know now what I want,
but it didn't used to be that way.
I still remember the anger I had,
the pain that I still hold today.
I've come very far from that deep dark path,
and I feel, as I said, that it's in the past.
I'm here to help, and I'll never leave,
just step up, take my hand, and be sure to see.
I'm sorry your lost in that deadly, dark place,
but as a good friend I'ma get in your face.
I won't let you wallow, in the pain that you feel,