Movie Star

The thin blade slipped cleanly between his ribs and embedded itself in his chest. With a cry of pain he fell to the floor. No! I thought. this can't be happening! Not him! Anyone but Ethan! I wanted to run to him, comfort him. Let him and myself know that everything would be okay. But I was only a spectator. I couldn't run to him I'd have nowhere to go. Why isn't anyone helping him?! I thought. He's just left there to die? all alone. Someone should do something! I let my vice like grip loosen a bit, not knowing I had tightened it in the first place. I looked over at the real Ethan sitting next to me. Then I looked back over to the screen. I saw myself run over to him and lift his head as the fake tears started pouring from my eyes. "Daniel!" I yelled at the boy on the screen. My voice booming from the loud speakers. It's amazing how real movies can seem!

Mistaken Paradise

Paradise, that's what it is. Lush green trees and shrubbery. Beautiful clear water trickling over smooth stones on the riverbed. Colorful fish swim lazily along in the current occasionally hiding under a large lily pad with a full bright pink flower on top. the breeze makes small ripples and waves on the water's surface, that shimmer and sparkle in the pleasant sunlight. Massive white pillars tower above us. Intricately carved with the history of this land. They rise higher and higher into the sky. I have to strain my neck to see the top. A shove in between my shoulder blades reminds me that I'm not here to enjoy the scenery. I take a step forward. there are strong men standing sentry all around me. I again struggle against the rough rope binding my wrists, still raw from my escape attempt last night. No, I am a prize, captured by none other than Prince Vincent of Galamore, my sworn enemy.

Shy

I'm always so close. But backing down is always easier than confronting him. How can it be that he touches my heart and runs tingles through my spine without even knowing I exist? he's such an amazing person. Always so nice. He cares about others and doesn't think twice before helping someone. And his smile...what more can I say? If looks were meant to kill, I think I've been murdered. His walk is so smooth, confident and with a purpose. He stands tall, never slouching. He's perfect in every way shape and form. I wish he really existed. But then if he did, I'm just to shy.

Twitterpated

She's in love.

No, it's probably nothing.

Or is it more?

When he walks by,

her heart beats faster.

Her palms sweat,

and she's trapped,

just for a moment. 

what should she do?

should she yell?

call out his name?

shy away?

She stays silent.

Just a quick glance over.

Were his eyes meant to kill?

because it may have worked.

could a boy really be that stunning?

No, it's all in her head.

Just a silly little girl's dream.

but the way his hair shines as he flips it back into place...

Would he ever notice her?

(gasp) he's standing up!

Walking closer with every step.

Oh, no! her pencil slides off the table,

she grabs, unable to reach it in time!

It lands right at his feet.

How clumsy of her!

They both reach

His hand brushes against hers as he retrieves it.

her heart flutters.

Eyes lock.

He smiles.

Perfect Winter

There's white everywhere. Falling slowly, gradually making it's decent. Drifting all over the world, covering it in a cold blanket for the night. the flakes rest on my warm black gloves and I study their intricate designs until my heat takes over and they seep slowly into the fabric. The forest is so elegantly draped in a lace of white I can scarcely take it all in. The cool biting wind plays with my hair and brushes against my cheek. I wade through the fluffy sea of my back yard, my toes numb from lack of proper foot wear. I ignore the feeling as my eyes soak in all the beauty of the season.

Right Now

Right here with you , so close and all mine. It's all I've ever wanted. Laying in the cool grass, your hand clasped to mine. Just watching the clouds roll by. On top of a hill, under the shade of a large tree. The world has stopped. We are completely peaceful. Time has ceased it's eternal journey, just for us. I close my eyes and feel a cool breeze flow over my body and whisper in the tall green grass. Stand up now, let's run! Chase me fast as the wind. Dance with me, the world is ours. Just love me forever. Catch me now and hold me close. You've won you're prize, don't let her go. Hold me forever in your warm embrace, and let me forever see only your face.

Autumn Morning

Beautiful, beautiful light

Dawn of new day

Crisp air

Fresh taste

Warm embrace

Calm, sleep has ceased

Bright, bright light.

Peeking through shadows

Cool rush of new dew

Bare feet

Soft breeze

Dancing hair

Floating white clouds

Birds sing

Peaceful bliss

Wonderful, beautiful morning

Stalking

Stalking. Yes, that's what it is. Stalking and nothing less. the tall, dry grass tickles my stomach which growls, louder this time. I fear I may be heard. I slink down lower, my eyes and ears just high enough to see my target through the thick vegetation. I claw the ground, feeling the dirt crumble underneath my razor sharp talons. Slowly, I creep forward, not making a single sound. The antelope's ears perk up and its body goes rigid. One more step and the prairie bursts into life. A small flock of birds scatter in to the sky, capturing my attention for just a moment. Then we're off. The animal bounds and jumps out of my reach but it's not fast enough, and I soon gain ground. The chase is on and only adrenaline keeps me going. Pounce! Claws spring out and catch. They break through tough skin and blood seeps onto my golden fur. We're both down. It's over. And I am hungry no more.

Silent Invasion

The chill of cold concrete seeped through the skin on my thin fingers as I crept further, hugging the wall. My feet barely touched the smooth grey floor, not making a single sound with each step. Anticipation writhed inside my stomach, slowly slinking upward, searching the danger that awaited me. When I reached the heavy door of the conference room previously found on the buildings floor plan, I ran my hands along the seam. Nothing. The door was bolted much to tight to slip my bug into the crevice. I decided to search the side walls of the small indented space. As my fingers touched the concrete I felt a rough hand grasp my upper left arm and twist it behind my back. Another hand wrapped around my cloth covered mouth. Something hit hard just above my calves and I was painfully forced to my knees.

Nothing

How hard it is to think, to imagine such a place,

if everything just disappeared right before my face.

There'd be no rolling hills covered in flowers all a bloom.

No mighty pine filled mountains underneath the crescent moon.

There'd be no beast or creature scattering footprints on the lawn.

No midday, noonday, or sunset. No dew before the dawn.

To imagine such a place is really very sorrowing.

No shopping, dancing, singing, playing, no bothering nor borrowing.

In a world just full of nothing, I wouldn't even exist.

No me to state my name and place, ot persuade or to resist.

To take away all words and deeds and thoughts and all things good,

to accomplish such a feat as that, you never really could.

For a world all full of nothing would still be some of something.

For a substance full of nothing, a something it still is.

So nothing must be something, or it could not ever be.

Instead of taking everything away, lets just stick with you and me.