The Tale of a Knight

There once lived a man who did unimaginable things
He fought witches, wizards, and fairies with wings
He was knighted long ago when knights used to shine
He fought for maidenheads--I only wish they were mine
On a day came a dragon who snorted and spewed
All in all he was a quite the nasty brood
But our knight was scared not, for he had seen worse
He swore it'd meet its end before he was in a herse
There was a great battle, if you could call it that
Before anyone knew it the dragon fell flat
The kingdom rejoiced, for the dragon was slain
But on went our knight on his merry way

The Pages of My Notebook

The pages of my notebook are filled.
Not with poems or stories but with beginnings of them.
I flip through, page by page, counting;
One sentence, two, one, three, two, four, one...
On and on.
I used to fill my notebooks with magic, a princess, true love, romance.
Every page would be covered with words and ideas.
My notebooks used to be full of poetry and creativity.
Now, every page is full of nothing.
I used to pour my heart out on those pages,
but one must first know one's heart before pouring it.
The pages of my notebook used to inspire me with their emptiness like a blank canvas.
Now, they stare back at me, reflecting what I fell inside me.
The page of my notebook are empty.

The Life-Song

If life was a song mine would be a ballad.
Romantic, but sad with no sign of getting better.
If his life was a song it would be the most beautiful song ever heard.
Perfect. The kind that makes your heart beat a bit faster.
If her life was a song it would be a duet with his.
Not be chance but by him changing his melody to keep her listening.
Twisting and entwining with her melody with gorgeous harmony.
But if he would just listen to his true song he'd see how it is in perfect harmony with mine.
Why can't he hear it?
Her song will harmonize with anyones if it gets the chance.
But not ours, ours is special.
Our duet would but Beethoven to shame.
If our love was a song it would be beautiful.

A book

Is the world ever too much?
Do thoughts ever buzz in your head like bees?
Do people ever push you to your wit's end?
What do you do? Where do you go?
I grab a book.
I curl up in a quiet place with a cup of tea and I escape.
I escape to a different world.
Where other people have problems for them to deal with.
Where true love is more powerful than anything.
Where I can go on an adventure without leaving my bed.
Where I can experience emotional overload in the hands of a paperback.
Where small print text makes me cry like a baby.
The hero wins, love prevails.
Then two words shoot me violently back into my world.
"The End."

My Sanctuary

A sanctuary.
A quiet place.
Where wind is still, where trees grow yellow.
Where the silence speaks in ways that words can't.
Where it isn't a place as much as an escape.
An escape from the world, from yourself.
God above, I've wished to escape myself so many times.
To a sanctuary.
But sometimes there is no escape.
Sometimes, like me, you go to your sanctuary
 to find that its peace has long since left.
Where do you go? What do you do?
I found a sanctuary.
 It follows me wherever I go .
A safe haven, a quiet place.
Where silence speaks in ways that words can't.
In silence I here Him, my sanctuary.
Where wind is still, where trees gorw yellow.
An escape, a quiet place.
My Sanctuary.

Fall.

Fear.
Life is fear.
Shyness is the fear of embarrassment.
Loneliness is the fear of rejection.
Depression is the fear of death.
Suicide is the fear of life.
A broken heart is the fear of what could have been...
But the freedom of fear is magic.
If anything in this world was magical it would be that freedom.
That moment when you let everything go
And hurt floats away like a cloud of balloons.
That's the moment when you fall.
The moment when you fall harder and farther than ever before.
Yet you are floating, flying, through night bright with the magic of hope.
You fall, fall, fall...
You look into their eyes and see forever.
You fall, fall, fall...
You lips touch theirs and love feels endless.
Then a moment of doubt, of fear.
You fall.
Harder and farther than you ever have before.
The lights fly by, as do the memories as you grasp for something, anything,
Praying, "Please don't let it end."
You fall.
You crash.
You burn.
You cry.
You hate.
You wish.
You remember.
The love, the joy, the hope, the magic...
Most of all you remember the end.
And you fall again.

Music

Music.
It surrounds us.
It fills us.
It defines us.
Some days the song is slow.
Some days it makes all those around you want to sing along.
Some days it fills hearts with sorrow.
Like your own.
Life is music.
Music is life.
What's your song?