"A Dream Within A Dream"

Take this kiss upon thy brow! And, in parting from you now, This much let me anow-- You are not wrong, who deem That my days have been a dream; Yet if hope has flown away In night, or in day, In a vision, or in none, Is it therefore the less gone? All that we see or seem Is a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar Of a surf-tormented shore, And I hold within my hand Grains of the golden sand-- How few! yet how they creep Through my fingers to the deep, While I weep--while I weep! O God! can I not grasp Them with a tighter clasp? O God! Can I not save One from the pitiless wave? Is all that we see or seem But a Dream within a dream

by. Edgar Allan Poe (1809-1849) " My favorite"

" Summerlands"

A cool breeze blows through the weeping willows and the moon shines it's silvery glow upon me. I rest my head on a Giant supporting Oak Tree. A small Pixie sits upon my knee to tell me it's time to leave. I take one more look at this amazing place, for I know it is not my last. And I give thanks to the goddess for allowing my stay.

"Love"

The One I love is undefined; I only know he is not of the human kind. His heart beats to love that that is me. To love is not to leave for he needs me. Life will cease to exist upon his coldness. His heart will break upon my first frown. For he will not look down upon me because then he will be my enemy. His mind will remain open for all eternity and his smile will stay honest for my sanity. My love will maintain his soul and his soul will maintain my heart.


"Sad"

Time slips by even through a night's eye; It's almost over now, not much longer. Houses burn and people freeze; Children die in the street. It all ends and this is where the silence begins.

"Pain"

Tears of pain cannot justify the hurt I feel inside. The slashes in my arms can not define the regret in my mind. The bruises on my face can not show the ripping of my heart. It's sad to say I think I'm falling apart. I scream in the the darkness, but no can hear. I weep from the pain, but no will care. I see there is no reason to remain.

"Terra"

The wind whistled over the barren sky, blowing the clouds to mist in the deep blue, mystical unknown. The man in the moon seemed to frown upon the recklessness among his companions. The Clouds fell apart and the Sun fell out of the sky.


"Melancholy"

Overall everything is falling down around me again; Life's sweet bliss untouched by my heart's coldness. Laughter shards pierce my skin with intentions from hidden men. Life's colors have long since faded out; Dreams of death and pain twist my mind to unbound limits unknown to mankind. Melancholy thoughts ring in my ears as silence once graced my sanity.

"Dragon, O Dragon"

Dragon, O Dragon, I beg for your time. I wish to converse with you sire What is it that burns in the heart of a Dragon, What is the fuel of your fire

He seemed startled at first, then he lifted his brow, You're a bold inquisitive lass Few have the courage to inquire and so I will grant what it is you ask

My heart burns with beauty, in all things its found, as great of as small the shine of the sun sparkling through droplets of dew suspended a moment in time

I am proud, I am bold, some think me cold, For I live life the way that I choose Takind all I desire from every new day, For each day, it's the same I may lose

I burn with contempt, how you squabble and fight, You call me greedy and cruel The anguish and pain of the men who lay slain, the hero in hand with the fool

I am strong, I am free, to do as I please, For no one else governs my ways I hoard all that I value and treasure it deep, For I know not the end of my days

I burn with freedom to take to the wing. To soar with no limits to bind My soul guided only by the whims of my heart, my success measured by peace of mind

Dragon, O Dragon, So misunderstood. Why, you're not at all as they claim I find you most noble and honest, indeed, my heart burning often the same

By your leave I shall carry a bit of your spark, To soar on the wind and be free Finding beauty's desire and fuel for the fire for the Dragon that lives within me.

by Amberle...


By "SunMaid" Jesica Perdu

Willow Stems adorn and dales uplifting silk blossoms that sway with the gales. Their colorful spray adorns mortal hair,Preferable to diamonds that chilling flare with immortal white light that's yet to be doused from the hard, cold, clear walls in which it is housed. Sympathy flourishes within confines of a flower. That alike to a human will die when the hour of immortality dawns to bring wilted death, the flowers last petal, the humans last breath. Yet diamonds glare cold with distant contempt. For the tragedy of mortality they need not contend, they remain unaffected, through time do not grow thus removed their kinship to mortals. I with woe. Adorn me with flowers, with diamonds do not. For empathy flows between mortals' lot.

"By Crystal Renew"

It will live under the cloak of darkness Leaving none to bear witness To the horror of its existance. In the shadows it stands, Waiting, watching for its prey, Or whatever dares to venture this way. Lithe of body, nimble of mind, It is a varitable paradigm Of all we, as foolish humans, fear.

" Mask"

Pushing emotions aside Masking my pride Regress the hurt- always out of site, hopfully out of mind. I wish things could be diffrent To progress I must forget Sometimes even bite down on my lip. Seconds take hours and Minutes take years. The good times pass by quickly, but the bad prolongs itself to torment your very heart, to rip the core of your very soul, and make you question your own sanity. Life's Life they say...


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