Childhood

Let's fly away, to a place we can 

relive our adolescent imagination.

Use towels as our capes.

Coat hangers can double for hooks.

Teddy bear princes, cardboard crowns.

Mixing potions with colorful liquids.

Buried treasure between the cushions.

Castles constructed of blankets.

Decadent pastries made of the earth.

Imagination erupts into stars,

 flowing out of childish hearts.

To hold onto our youth.

Growing up doesn't mean forgetting.

It means reliving with our own little ones.

To step back into those cotton 

candy clouds and drink from the chocolate river.

Go on adventures in the closet, 

kill the monsters under their bed.

Remain forever young at heart

 no matter the wrinkles that arise on your cheeks.

Read of lost boys, 7 little men, poison apples

 and how two completely different people can fall in love.

Tell them anything is possible. 

For a plain pumpkin to turn into a carriage

.

To find love from a glass slipper.

No matter what someone looks like,

their heart can be pure gold.

Lessons from fairytales live forever.

Hope will always find a way.

Dreams can come true.

Just believe.

Aurora

Aurora

If I could levitate to the stars,
I'd dance with the diamonds and
live in the peachy rose heavens

just to stare down into your
unconsciousness. You're a beautiful
disaster, falling apart at the seams.

Thinking only of the worst when
the best is right in front of your eyes.
Your stubborn bones won't let you

see past the missing pieces. I'd let
the wind sweep into your room and
tell you it's the second star to the right.

Fly away to a land where you never have
to worry about growing up. Where heartache
goes away and your memory fades. The

world stops turning. There's an adventure
around every corner and under every wave.
Believe in what you were taught wasn't real.

Faith, trust and pixie dust. Clap your hands
and save a life. The birds sing a faded
love song, holding your heart hostage.

Tell the moon you know love is awake
and that you believe in what isn't seen.
Show your strength by holding high,

letting go of your foolish thoughts
of he will change. The sun will shine
brighter, making you glow with change.

Rainbows shoot out of precious waterfalls,
rushing over your skin, releasing you from
the inner demons that haunt your every move.

Let the weights be lifted from your shoulders.
Move on to another venture. Sometimes, it'll
feel too cold continue. But remember to walk

across the ice cautiously. With every crack
that forms is another reason to keep walking
forward.

Turquoise

Turquoise

Nature sounds of blowing

breezes and singing birds.

Mossy trees wave softly

to the bumbling bees.

Underneath the branches waits

a girl of elegance

with turquoise hair flowing

behind her ears like

a symphony. Her smile

makes the flower bloom

radiant hues. Her soft

spoken voice smiles to

the sun, making the

rays shine brighter. She

dances elegantly as if

she were flying, disappearing

into the trees to

spread her wings and

continue her warm love

for the scenery which

surrounded her. She is

a mystery which comes

and goes like night

and day. The sun

sets as she blends

into the forest to

wish her goodnight in

the blanketed darkness. Stars

sparkle just for a

glimpse of the beautiful

girl, in hopes someday

she'll grace them with

her precious lullabies and

sing them to sleep.

One Last Breath

One Last Breath

Give in to the slow

descent. Spin the bottle,

hold your breath and freeze.

I dare you to live. To jump

into a crowded place where

every sigh of hope is suffocated.

Kill the monsters in your closest,

fall in once more. Give in to the

temptations. The lust which pumps

your heart and turns your blood

warm. Eat sweet treats before the

meal. Close your longing wishes

you never try to pursue. Swallow

your pride and listen to gravity

whisper secrets of pure vanity.

Smash the looking glass,

cry at the sounds of desperation,

scare yourself into the unknown,

turn off the lights and isolate

yourself in total darkness.

One, two, three.

Breath.
In Roulette, you play for keeps.

No time to think.

Just pull the trigger.

Execution

Execution

           The sunrise was blood red as the executioner tightened the noose on the wooden frame. His smile was like death, haunting the poor man that would soon be hanging from above. 12 hours till the unfaithful moment of his last breath. The crime he had committed wasn't worth the pain of sitting in a prison cell with two sweaty buff men. He had waited years for this day to come, to eat his last meal and get cobblestones thrown at him on his way to the The Hanging Tree. What would become of him on the other side? Would he have to stare at the face of his mother-in-law for all eternity? Or would the fact he had saved a women back when he was just a lad be enough to keep him from the fiery gates of hell?

          The cannons from the pirate ships rang out. It was almost noon. “Time for your last meal, you piece of shit.” His food was slid under his cell. A glass of lemonade and a peanut butter sandwhich. He laughed as he crawled into the corner of the room, he took a bite and looked out the window. The villagers were collecting their stones while the town's idiot was undressing. Thankfully, people threw the extra stones at him, knocking him unconscious. Two robbers stole his shoes and ran off as if nothing had even happened. The poor idiot just laid there, blood trickling down to his fingernails, puddling around his still body.

          The clock rang noon and the jailer told him it was time. He took three slow breaths before getting his shackles on. He looked at the jailer and laughed. “Whats so funny scumbag?” He looked at him closely. The mans cheeks were swelling and he has a red rash on his face. “I guess you guys didn't check the records. I'm allergic to peanuts.” The jailer eyed him down and whispered, “Clever son-of-a-bitch.” The man fell to the ground, shaking and growing in size. He waited for the moment his heart stopped beating. He closed his eyes and thought of his little girl. He killed the man that killed her and now he gets to see her again. He smiled and choked out the words, “Peanut butter really isn't that bad. Here I come Lucy darling.” His body stopped moving and he went still.

(One of the stranger stories I've written. We had a prompt to use 12 words in a story and well, it isn't one of my favorites but it has potential.)

Crumpled

Crumpled

Once you crumple paper

it'll never be the same.

The little ball of

wrinkles becomes weaker

and unattractive. No matter

how hard you try to return

it to it's original state,

it will always be indifferent.

Just like trust.

It starts out as

a crisp piece of paper.

Brand new and fragile.

But with the slightest

action, it can be

compromised. With every

wrinkle imbedded comes a

reason of distrust and a

reason to let someone go.

Yet, you still try to iron

them out, with every swipe

of your hand is a sign of

hope. To restore what has

been lost. You can forgive in

order to keep someone in your

life but forgetting will never

be an option. It will always be

weighed down on your shoulders.

Making you curious as to

if people are telling you the

truth. Making you wonder if

they are keeping secrets. Now

secrets are a poison that doesn't

kill, they can keep your conscience

unsteady, your mind racing and

hurt the ones who mean the most.

But that isn't the most dangerous
northe hardest to live through.

Putting on a fake smile and

holding back your tears.

Having your mind constantly

going back to the lies.

That's what we need to

learn how to deal with.

We need to learn how to

take a deep breath,

clutch that crumpled paper

and toss it behind your shoulder.

To keep your head high

and walk away.