UntitledJoy and ILike oil and waterYet we still seem to find each otherMagical defiance of physicsIt seems to follow in my stepsMaybe not meant for meBut in bringing it in my wakeDon't I benefit?Separated with a step towards impossibilityI happily defy this world of miseryHiding my natural ability to separate and departCamouflaged to blend in The taste of clover hovers nearEyes closed as I fall away from myselfJust to be somewhere, someone, elseIf only for a second, water.
Possibility on The Horizon... Bracing a hand on the wooden door frame and using another to shield my eyes from the molten light streaming in beams through the thick thunder clouds floating by lazily above, I inhale deeply. I sigh and watch the giddy dance of the various particles in the air, chasing each other without a care in the world. "Gabren! Kelli!" A thunderous crack that had nothing to do with the gathering storm broke over the peaceful girl's mind, startling her violently out of her blissful surveillance. I turn quickly to face the human monsoon, bracing myself for a tongue lashing. The man couldn't have been older than 26, but he had the sour temperament of someone who had seen more of life and despised it. He would have been decent-looking, broad in the shoulders and blue eyes framed by smoky brown curls, if not for the constant expression of disgust, contempt or hatred he always wore, even with the long silvery scar marring his face from his right eyebrow to the corner of his
Long Time No RhymeJaded, hard as stoneHard to ignore how much I've grownHow much has changed with timeHow much of the change is mineWho I am now is but a ghostMy perception is what has changed the mostI am trying to no longer hold backTo compensate for all that I lackUntil I can find my gift, my road, my pathwayThat I can use to go far far awayHave to find my escape from this prison cellAnd by escaping these chains I escape me as well