Hero

"She wanted a hero, so became one." ~Unknown.

Hero

she heard it was “a true loves kiss”,

and a bunch of fairytale bliss,

she was stuck in this metropolis,

she was stuck in this abyss,

in a black hole of sorrow,

always waiting for tomorrow,

she can't find her superhero power,

all strength gone, where's her hero?

She heard it was “no pain, no gain,”

but all these dark skies pour down is rain,

“don't worry,” she says, “I'm not insane,”

and the tears fall down from the pain,

heroes were just for the fairytales,

like pirate ships setting sail,

and the large dragon tails,

they were just stories hiding behind a veil,

she heard it was “heart before mind,”

but those souls were blind,

now's the time to go ahead, not behind,

she used her logic instead of her feelings this time

she wanted a hero,

so that's what she became...

Head in the Clouds

(I took this pic.)

Above the Cloud 

thoughts swimming,

writer's block,

words not coming,

but i'm above the clouds,

blue skies below me,

blue skies above me,

a fluffy blanket of white

swearing to protect me

if I was to fall now...

above the clouds,

flying with the birds,

chatter of passengers,

floating in the air,

floating above the clouds...

Jump

Bright

white

I want to jump,

jump into the clouds,

fly across the blue sky,

and I want to fall against the mist,

to feel the wind

against my skin...

But alas, I am stuck inside the plane. 

Midnight

Midnight

she struggled for a wisp of creativity,

strangled by her own mind's thoughts,

her fingertips were bone dry,

not a single blood drop of imagination,

and it's midnight,

and the rain is pouring,

and the drought is lifting,

and her bones are still dry...

thunder roars in the distance,

is it just her imagination,

or is there something out there?

The rain drops on her pane,

her heart stops as the lightening flashes,

and it's midnight,

and the rain is pouring,

and the drought is lifting,

her fingertips moist with

the fresh blood of creativity,

the sound of the rain on her roof,

pitter patter of the sound of her heart beat,

the slow and steady speed of the tears of heaven,

and it's midnight,

and her bones are no longer dry.

Crack

Oh darling, stay strong,

you aren't as weak as you believe,

for God doesn't make vessels that crack,

all that easily...

and when you do crack,

when you finally break a bit,

he'll restore you back,

but you'll be better than before,

for He hath put gold in place of the damage,

and made it shine prettily. 

Heart of Flames

April 15th
Free verse:

>>Heart of Flames<<

her heart was made of flames,

burning into everyone she met,

leaving burn marks everywhere she went,

and maybe the marks weren't all that pretty,

but at least she is remembered,

and maybe the marks are more like scars,

but at least those scars stand for something great.

Battle Song

April 14th
Short free verse:

...her soul plays the music

as her heart cries out in a battle song...

...her mind is filled with war strategies,

and her spirit kisses the wounded...

Right Words

April 13th
Free verse:

>>Right Words<< 

the water falls over the rocks,

waves elegantly crash down,

my heart sings at the sight of it,

and my soul stirs at the feel of it,

sand beneath my feet,

seagulls soaring above my head,

clear blue skies, not a cloud in sight,

sun shines down with a gentle heat,

my heart sings and my soul stirs,

as my mind scrambles to find words,

words that will explain the feeling inside,

a story that I can tell forever and ever,

but alas no words come,

so I sit and soak up the feeling,

I feel the cold water against my legs,

the warm sand against my skin,

and I wait for the right words,

to describe this perfect moment,

maybe they will come soon,

or maybe not at all.

Old Soul

April 12th
Free verse:

>>Old Soul<<

you have an old soul, darling,

and a beautiful mind,

a wanderlust heart,

and a musical spirit,

you have eyes that sparkle,

hands that heal,

lips that kiss the broken,

and you have a love that travels for miles,

like a gypsy travels for a lifetime....

Dreams

April 11th
Free verse poem:

>>Dreams<<

chase the dreams,

hold them close,

never let them get away,

never let them leave,

in a dark and cold world,

dreams might be all one has,

and Jesus gave us reason to live,

gave us reason for faith,

gave us reason to believe,

so hold on close to your beliefs,

hold on close to your love,

hold on close to your dreams...

Melodies

April 10th
Free verse poem:

>>Melodies<<

melodies playing sweet and high,

melodies playing haunting and low,

melodies playing a combo of both,

melodies making music that's surreal,

vibrations on the air, having a strong pull
on the human soul...

Royals

April 9th

Rhyming poem:

>>Royals<<

purple cloaks,

shinny clothes,

diamonds and pearls,

the life of royals...

bones of gold,

or so we're told,

palaces and castles,

hats with tassels,

flowy ball gowns,

tuxes and ties of bow,

the life of royals... 

Dream

April 8th
Rhyming poem:

>>Dream<<

it was a dream,

or so it would seem,

as she walked through the forest,

to find the gorgeous,

but the forest was gray,

void of color and play,

so she sprinkled her dreams

on the flowers and seams

of the trees and the creak,

making no noise, not even a squeak,

and the gray forest

because the gorgeous,

and her dreams became bright,

full of hope, love and light...

Sea

April 7th
Free verse poem:

>>Sea<<

she longed for the sea...

longed for the salty air,

for the singing seagulls,

for the cool breeze that

would blow through her curly tresses,

and she longed for the peace and solitude,

for the sand that would get between her toes,

and for the waves that would lap at her ankles,

she longed for the sailing ships,

and for the calmness that it gave her...

she longed for the adventure...

she longed for the sea...

Paper

April 6th
Character poem:

>>Paper<<

cute, fold, form, create,

the flat paper transformed into

an a 3D object of wonder,

and as she wander about her life,

she would make this paper art

and leave it everywhere she went

as a colorful reminder to live life

3D and not flat and mundane...

Coal

April 5th
Metaphorical/life poem:

>>Coal<<

her heart was a mine, being dug into day after day,

she attempted to find the diamonds of her heart

and to explore the caves deep in the mine...

but all she found was coal, causing her hands to turn black...

she threw the coal away and searched for more diamonds,

but she always came up short...

and as the days fled by, one after another, the pressure in the cave grew...

the coal turned from black rock, to beautiful diamonds...

she produced diamonds through the pressure of life.  

Fixed

April 4th
Character poem:

>>Fixed<<

she was broken into a few pieces,

and he was shattered into a million,

as soon as their eyes met, something sparked,

something special that looked past the

shards of glass from their hearts....

her soul was aching from the pain,

and he was barely holding onto life,

but as their eyes met, breaths caught

and their hurt lessened to a dull ache,

and it lessened, and lessened, and lessened,

until love fixed their aching souls....

Wish

April 3rd
Character poem:

>>Wish<< 

I wish that you could see that I am trying...

trying with all my soul to just hang onto life,

trying with all my heart to hang onto to joy...

and I wish you could see just how hard it is

to keep taking breaths, when everything inside

of me is in pain unimaginable...

I wish that you could see that I am trying...

trying to heal myself, but it's a long process,

please believe me when I say that I am truly trying.....

Paint

April 2nd
Metaphorical poem:

>>Paint<<

she tried to make sense of this mess,

tried to put it into a logical perspective

but no matter how much white she mixed

into the black paint, it wouldn't become pure...

it lightened the color, but it wouldn't become

white, no matter how much she tried.

Memory of a Memory

So I am behind on posting my NaPoWriMo poems, but 'tis okay right? :)

April 1st NaPo poem #1
Character poem:

>>Memory of a Memory<<

it was long time ago that we walked this path,

it seems like ages has passed since we talked like that,

and I enjoy the meaningful words that are full of wisdom,

but now I want to go and build my kingdom...

it's like you don't care anymore about anyone,

it's like you have no feelings for the beautiful...

but even so you fell in love with the adorable...

and now I wish I had been more strict, been more forceful

and let you go ages ago...

because I feel like I am walking in a memory of a memory....

as if it never happened... as if you don't exist...

and I couldn't care any less than I do now,

about if you live or die... because I don't even know if you are real...