LadyFairfax

I hate waking up in the morning. Because it's another day I suffer through, More hours I have to cry through, More tears that dry on my face, For reasons that life goes at a slow pace. I hate opening my eyes. I wish all I could see is light. I never asked for this life, So, what's the point in this strife? Why can't the hard stuff go away, Come again some other day, When I'm ready to fight, For reasons why I have this life. I can't draw my sword, if I don't have one I don't want to fight, I just want to live my life. If I can't do that, Then I want to die. I want to greet my heavens, With a pile full of questions, Hop

My eyes are Blind, covered with fear, and this non-existant me, who keeps coming near. "Help me!" I scream, "Get this blindfold off of me!" How did it cover my eyes? I thought I was ready to fight the one I despise, I hate what I've become, All opportunities turned because of what I'm blind from, I need to find a knife, And cut it completely, That way, my eyes can see freely, permanently.

Alone in the park, I see a familiar light, It's you I see, To rescue me from the fight. I was hesitant to grab your hand, But now I realize I need you to stand. For a second, I thought I lost you, But it turns out, I just misunderstood you. I thank you for always being there, Especially the times when some couldn't care, You will always be the light that guides me, Into an abundance of safety.

In the midst of my imagination, I see light forming between the clouds, I cocked my wide-eyed head to the side, And saw that darkness no longer belongs, Oh how weird things could be, In this wonderland, where I am free. Imagination of the curious mind, Some how effects reality, But how it effects it is really up to you. Because it's based on the actions you choose.

Stay optimistic, dear dove For you are close to leaving pain, and replacing it with love, But don't forget where you came from, Stay close to the ground, Because you don't want to lose yourself, With all the material things around, Be careful dear dove, as you prepare to fly free, Just remember, who your truly meant to be.

Needle by needle, Your skin is inked again, With a paw print, To show where you've been, Inside the pact, There is, in fact, The name of a whore, That you've come into contact. No matter how filled the paw is now, Its always a scar, to remind us how, You cheat and lie, With your fighting tone, And then you question why your all alone, You may think its just another tattoo. But underneath the overlapping ink, Is something we all knew. So I'll let you be, The lone wolf in the pact, Just keep your guard out, In case other animals attack.

It was long and hard down this road, But this book shows all the things I learned, Through good and bad, its all here. Through the times that were hard, and just couldn't bare But writing in this journal proves that I'm still here. It was fun, It was meant to be, this journal for me. Among so many things, Like the letter I'll never send But as always, good things must come to an end and as its so, This show must go.

Mirror, mirror on the wall. Watch me break, watch me fall. But why am I still here, Dear old mirror? When I have so much more to fear, You shatter and break, Seven years of bad luck, But I'm still solid Only buried in muck. But shining gold mirror, you still stand showing me life can be grand. Giving me hope, that I will not break Like the mirror on the wall, That can shatter from a shake.  

*Zoey* A small maroon colored apple rolled across the cave floor and hit my foot. "Eat up," Beauty said, licking her lips, "your strength is important to us." When she padded away, back down the mountain, I picked up the apple and held it in my hand. Boy, you have no idea how much I wanted to eat that, right then and there. It was almost the color of dark purple wine and it smelled like freshly baked cinnamon apple pie, right out of the oven. I didn't even know this thing was an apple. It looked like one, just the color was different. I rolled the apple into my other hand, tossing it in the air a few times before I finally just kept it stea

The seasons bowed down to her, closely following her heels, and danced attendance on her path. They brought her the begging gold and rose of autumn when leaves peeled back the sky in glee and turned her mornings mellow. They hid the forest floor in snow and bit back the branches, draping her afternoons in white and winds that couched her dreams. They heralded the spring in breezes blue and bright, soft with aching grasses, in robins' eggs and starlings' songs and the bright crown of daffodils. They slipped her into summer with softly waning heat that rolled the evening into thunder and bathed the footpaths newly sprung

The moon shines bright, On the entwined night, You are beyond That radiant glow. Even though, I am not with you. I know your wishing on the same star as me.