Sea of Waiting

In the sea of grass
In the middle of the golden wheat field
Stood a girl
Not pretty
Not homely
Just there
Long black locks of hair were flowing in the wind
She was just standing
Staring
Hearing
There stood a girl
Not pretty
Not homely
Just there
Freckles dotted her face
Not unlike the tears streaming down her cheeks
As the wind blew the wheat into a frenzy around her
And nipped at her rosy cheeks
She did not move
Did not dare to
Not an inch
not a muscle
It was as if she was listening and waiting
For what I don't know
In the sea of grass
In the middle of the golden wheat field
Stood a girl
Not pretty
Not homely
Just there
Waiting and listening

War Between Elements

The dull roar only I came hear
The smashing and the slashing of the battle between the elements
Certain people who have the ability
Can hear the war of Mother Nature
Of the battle between land and sky
Of the fight between sunshine and darkness
Of the fierce argument between wind and rain
I can hear this because
I listen
To what they are saying
Thunder is the cannon balls
Lightening is the gunshots
Silence is impossible
For certain people like
Me

Butterfly Freedom

To fly away without a care in the world
To feel the air againist you wingtips
The air rushing around surrounding you
Swallowing you whole
Only to hear the roar
The roar of the everlasting wind and rain
To be deserted
Yet not
To be a part of a group
Yet strangely isolated
Because only you can feel the power
The power of the elements
Butterfly
They have all the freedom
To not know the exact place they are going
Yet to end up in the same place
Year
After
Year

Despair

A word many are familar with
A word many fear
A word many despise
This vile word is well encrypted into my life
A word I detest because it makes me feel like it is a weakness
To me weakness is a flaw
To me weakness means tears and crying
And to do so is foolishness
I tell myself it is okay
To weep and be sorrowful
But my mind won't let me
Even though this much hated word
Is just letters coming together to form a word
That means to believe that there is no hope
People need not fear it
As I fear it

Panthar

Stalking its prey
Crouching
Ready to pounce
Ready to gnaw
And ready to rip apart
Cat and Mouse
Does he play

Stalking its prey
Hidden by the grasses
Camoflauged to the naked eye
Only an eagle's eye could spot this predator
A lovable sight the unwary eye
A feriocous sight to the wary and cautious eye
Who are also wise not to dispute the feral creature of this graceful animal

Stalk
Crouch
Pounce
Panthar
Stalking its prey

Hide and Seek

Many people acquaint the word lonely with 

No one being near and to be 

Isolated 

Most times even in a sea of people 

I feel remote and alone 

From most other people 

I feel some people don't or 

Won't understand 

I feel as if I'm not as important as another 

Or that they are only half listening 

To be different is to be a freak 

So I hide what I believe

And I play hide and seek with the outside world 

I hide the real me 

Though the real me is pushing outwards 

Pushing and pulsing towards the surface 

Towards freedom

To the Gods

Hear me
Hear me now
To the Gods
I cry out
Help me
Hear me
I plead
and I praise
I fall on my bloody and bruised knees
And lift my scarred palms up
To the jeweled night's endless sky
To give to you and to love you
Help me
Hear me
I bow my head
And crystal droplets fall from my eyes
Like diamonds
And will soak into the soft ground of thawing spring
Please
I plead
Take this as my sacrifice
And by doing so I give you
My soul
I've done wrong
I have paid
I have paid in sorrow and in sadness
And as if to respond
A beam of light streaked across th esky
And I started to weep violently
Not knowing what for or for whom
I thanked the Gods
And I arise
A changed person