She knew she had to shed her skin
Had to be born a new
And in this vulnerable state
There’s not much she could do
To ward off the monster in the lake
There she waited
Contemplating her grave mistake
Waiting
For a new shell to form
Her fairy uniform
Tag: fantasy
Barge
The lonely forest
Felt lonely no more
With monster barging at its door
And I, a creature liking solitude
Had to change my ways
And hide my loot
For no witcher was left to save me now
Ghost, Soul, and Other| EP 2
Episode 2
Finding Other
The Other was not really a brother, well they refused to think of him as so. He always put them against each other until their person couldn’t take it any more. Soul took charge at night when she lulled Other to sleep. Ghost on the other hand, couldn’t do much day or night to quiet Other. Other’s now happily wearing a crown, living all the lives he wanted to have. With Soul gone, he could dive deep into filth, no urges held back, not a drink not a snack. He will not stop until he’s consumed it all!
Ghost hated following Other to the depths of realms. Ghost felt at home reliving his favorite moments. Ghost’s ideal day would be a couch of clouds with a huge T.V. screen watching movies that he, himself dreamed and made reality. “Oh, look here Soul.” He said to the void before he remembered her departure.
Other’s perfect day would be an open buffet, all you can eat. Plus, women, weapons and hell… maybe some dragons to fight. Other, now can win any fight he wished. Other had never won a fight because of Soul. She always stopped him before he wished a fight to existence. Oh, how annoying Soul can be.
Finally, detached from that limited functional body, Other feels “powerful, unstoppable, un… wait” Other thought. He felt a thread that linked him to… he wondered “to what?” It was not golden nor silver thread but a non-visible thread. Totally ‘feel-able’ thread. Other cursed out loud hoping it didn’t connect him to his person, or worse, to Soul!
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Awake
You are the puppy I’ve always wanted
You are a song with a perfect rhyme
You are made out of my imagination
You are something that I call mine
But you disappeare too soon
As I wake
Yours
Arms stretching out
Feeling the boarders of my imagination
Running my fingers on an unseen destination
How could I see things I can not imagine?
How could I become what I do not dare to be?
This box
Was not
Made
For
ME
.
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Image credit HERE
The Child Within| Short Poem
The child within smiles at the toys I see
The child within is happy to be me
Fascinated by the street lights and the sounds of the sirens that she’s only heard on TV
She wished this for me
The child within got me as far as she could
And now she smiles
Watches my life unfold as it should
Stranger Paths 
