I.

Misted trees, you stand tall,

Never will your regal trunks fade or fall

Stand in one place for a lifetime

Watch the ever-changing seasons pass

Let your leaves fall to the ground

with only the faintest whisper of a sound.

II.

The floor, speckled with spots of light

She walked into the room and felt alone. The bitter cold nipped her nose and she turned to walk away. If you were there you would know. what would you know? the hurt. a four letter word that means so much to a person. within seconds she pondered. should i stay? is this worth it? then she thought of her army of glory. the army of strength she created within the world some would call her mind. her mind had many different lands full of both beauty and hurt. hurt. that word again. most of her thoughts led her to that place. the dark town. that’s what she called it in her land of mystery. she had no room for hurt so she bundled it into a town in the land of her mind.
“no i wont let it beat me” she whispered into the quiet. she proceeded ahead and made her way into the room. the room has the scent of hurt, to much for most to handle. she looked around at the bare walls which were once bursting with pictures of happy events. events that provided a scale of growth. events that she treasured. now all gone and never forgotten. the carpet had stains. spilled milk, puppy traces. the windows lit up the room. the light spread like an aroma making the room seem hurtless. this did not trick her, she knew the truth.
a single couch was left in the middle of the room. she proceeded towards it and slowly layid her body on it. a well needed rest rejuvenated her broken down body. returning to her childhood home was like walking in a dark alley for her. she couldn’t see the danger but she knew it was there. her danger was much different though. her danger came from inside a broken soul. she sighed deeply and slowly took her stance.

“Once you choose hope, anything’s possible.”  ~Christopher Reeve 

      Hope is to believe that something good will come out of a person or a certain situation even though it may not seem as if it will end in positive outcome. I am hopeful for many things in life. Although there are times when I start to lose hope in something things but it eventually returns. I keep hopeful for things that I want to happen in my future.

      Everyday hope is encouraged to people in many ways. Without hope and positive thinking, the world would be an even worse place than it is now. If people have no hope for anything at all there will be no ambition either. There are many situations in which hope is greatly needed.

      There is a war going on the Middle East, there are hundreds of men and women fighting for our country everyday.  Their families and friends are all hopeful that they will return safely and not be injured to return home safely. The soldiers are also hopeful the defeat the enemy in which they are fighting. Once I learned that the war was taking place, this was around the time I learned more about having hope. Even though I didn’t not know the people who were out fighting I still had hope that they would return safely to their country.

I love the way you laugh with me
I love that you’re so near to me
But I wonder
I wonder if I’m really what you see in me
Cause my heart keeps changing
My worry slows
Then starts its raging
Will you runaway?
Will you love me enough to stay?
Love me enough to pray
Love me enough to say
“You’re going to be ok.”?
Do you love me enough?
Now that I’ve told you
Do you still think I’m so tough?
Do you see that my heart is throbbing?

            Sitting in world history class, Lauren doodled on her homework and gazed into space.  He teacher was droning on about ancient Greece and how all the gods and goddesses became famous.  Lauren, having stayed up late the previous night preparing for a chemistry test, laid her head on the desk and calmly closed her eyes.  She told herself that she didn’t need to see her teacher as long as she listened.  That way she could rest her tired eyes.  Slowly though, her teacher’s voice drifted away…

            Lorenia, Goddess of the trees, rode gallantly on her pegasus, Adelpha, towards her home in the Forest of Tranquility.  She arrived at the pegasus stable and slid off smoothly.  She consoled Adelpha and began to walk to her house, deeper in the forest.  Being the Forest of Tranquility, everything was calm and quiet.  The only sounds were coming from the rustle of the leaves beneath the feet of critters on the forest floor.  As Lorenia approached her house, she suddenly heard a loud yell in the distance.  The animals were not used to booming noises, so they were disturbed and began running around frantically.  Lorenia instantly knew something was wrong so she ran back to the pegasus stable and took off with Adelpha.  She speedily galloped in the direction of the yell. 

The dark night sky has never looked so bright. The area of woods I am resting in has a small opening in the canopy where you can see every little star glistening on top of a black background. It is amazing. To my left there is an elderly woman walking towards me. Seeing her means this night will not be as amazing as I thought…

“Destyni, what are you doing here?” she asks sternly. The look on her face seems worrisome.

“Preparing myself.  I need to make sure that if they do find me and catch up to me that I can defend myself with my new arts,” I say balancing some water on top of a leaf a few feet away from me.

“Of course. You are a mere human girl. It is not like you cannot run fast enough or jump high enough to evade them. Besides, it is not like you have any unnatural attributes like animal senses or traits.” She sarcastically fires back at me. I drop concentration and stare at her. Her face shows my wraths ability, turning red, and then blue, now violet. At this point, my eyes are wide open, my pupils narrowed like an animal’s. Then the glow. There is always that weird glowing light when my attacks are through vengeance. I wish it would just stop interfering. I am tired of this woman, and besides, I got what I needed from her anyways. She is no longer of worth to me.

Then I blink. I never blink. If I blink, I lose the grasp, I lose concentration. The only thing that is different this time is that I am moving, bouncing up and down. My eyes are somewhat out of focus, but I can tell that someone is carrying me.

She stepped into the dark forest, her steps crunching the leaves under foot. The tree branches made long, twisting shadows that seemed to come alive as the source of the light fluttered about the trees. She followed it, mesmerized by the brilliant object yet scared of the things she saw. The trees seemed to ebb and flow like waves, their branches reaching out and grabbing at her yellow Sunday dress, scratching at it and pulling off pieces of fabric. They cut her skin, scratching her and leaving long red marks across her skin. She would look at the branch, slowly turning her head as if in a dream, and would simply pull it away and continue walking, the constant crunching underfoot. It had all started so simply, a small crush and some shared romantic notions. He had liked her, she had liked him, and they had dated. Her steps seemed to grow quicker, her tattered dress gliding along the leaves. Her shoes did nothing to help her from the cold, but she did not feel it. In fact, she felt close to nothing. Her pale, soft skin was what had drawn him to her in the first place, and the contrast that it had with her soft red lips and dark long curls. Now her skin was scratched and bruised. The light began to flutter around her, the shadows coming alive and the faces in the trees mocking her. She would never amount to something: that was an idiotic idea. The light landed on her shoulder for a second, burning the material of the yellow dress to a dark brown and causing her shoulder to feel dull pain. The pain was comfortable and yet cold, a stranger with warm and inviting arms. She felt pain, but it was nice to feel something again. She had not felt anything but pain for a while. The light lifted away from her and fluttered about her face for a second, laughing and talking in a childish voice: “Silly little truffle, come on! It’s time! It’s time!” It sped ahead laughing, running behind the trees and making the shadows reach out towards her again. The darkness made it feel as if the shadows were slashing at her arms, nothing left of her dress but tattered remains that clung to her cold, fragile body.

Bumping, grinding, rolling, riding
Constant, eager, hot and wet
Lips touching, tongues probing
Bodies searching, drenched in sweat

Begging, panting, hard and fast
Breathless, eager, make it last
Shiny, slick, oiled and creamed
A desperate cry to be reamed

Spinning, spiraling, flying high
Hips feverishly rise than fall
Thick member pumping hard
Amidst muffled screams and all

Blood racing with every thrust
Pleasure bursting from the seams
Teasing, tempting, don’t break the trust
The release so close it seems

The winds in my hair, the water running down my chin, I feel as though the world is slipping away into oblivion. So today I begin a new day. A new way into the darkness that has over-welmed me today, and tomorrow, and yesterday, and the day before. It shakes me to my very core. My being, my soul, is being deeply torn from everything loved and lost. From things wanted and things burst, to things laughed at and forlorn.

I live a conspiracy, leaping great leaps through forrest and river, from sea-scape to plains. The pain in my heart ceases to cease, so I reach up above, gritting my teeth, to grasp the next rung of that ladder I am forced to climb. I feel I am running, running from my life and my friends. I see horrors on their faces when they see that I am here. That I’m alive and speaking. They quiet me, and look to the leader of their raptor-like group. She nods her beautifully ugly head, and smiles demonicly.

She knows. She always knows. She knows that I hate her. I despise her. But she does not care. She knows what I am about to say against her, and I know what she will say back to me. What she will do to me. She will push me back to the back of her mind again, not letting me free until she dies. But I want out. I want to do all the things that she wants to do but can’t. I want to control myself.

But she won’t let me. Let me spread my wings and fly from her mind. Our mind.

We are one being, but the one we love only knows her. Only one half of a person. The stupid, trembling half, at that. Yes, she is a coward. She does not have the courage to let me out and tame me. She only hides me in her cavernous, misused skull, dreading the day when I break through her defenses and push her broken spirit into the prison she had kept me in for years. Yet she does nothing to quench her fear. She is a coward.