I am

I am Legend
I am one with no end
I am King
I am the butterfly wing
I am Glory
I am the too strong furry
I am God sent
I am the mornings rosey scent

My Beloved Runaway

I think of you
And why your gone
Everything spins on and on
My beloved runaway
How I would love to hear you say:
"Run away with me today"

Bunny Rabbit (a poem)

Bunny Rabbit
Bunny Rabbit
Oh Bunny Rabbit dear
Come away from that deep dark forest
Those eerie vexed woods
Come to me
I shall keep you safe
Keep you near and dear
So step out from the trees shadow
They only keep you hidden
Come out to the moonlights rays
Hide no longer in that darkened haze
Do not fear
I shall keep you safe

I hum myself to sleep

I get home and it's late. I open the door and accidentally stumble on a Troll and almost fall. I'd apoligize but I wouldn't want to embarrass him any further. I try to collect myself before taking another step. I see my mom stareing at me. I can tell she thought I was already home. I can tell she wants to scream and ask me where I've been, but she won't. She won't let me know how clueless she is about my"after school activities" as she likes to call them. I walk past her and feel her eyes follow me across the room. Her stare feels like the stare of a hungry dragon deciding whether to protect or eat it's child. I walk into the kitchen and the Fairies open the fridge. I stare into it. After a few minutes I realize she has followed me into the kitchen. I look over at her. "Hungry?" she asks me in such a gentle voice, I wonder if she always sounds this way at night; delicate like a Fary Princess. I nod to answer her question. She hands me two cold Pop Tarts. As I touch them I feel their cold. I give her a smile and leave to my room. I close my door behind me, but don't lock it. I leave the lights off and open the balcony doors so they can all come in (The Creatures). They don't like the name "Creatures" they say it misreprisents them. I still don't have another name for them. I start walking towards my bed when I hear the door open. My moms walking through my doorway. This is the Fairies doing. I see them pushing and pulling her towards me. " I feel like we should talk." her voice quivers. I want to tell her we don't have to talk. It's just the Fairies, but they won't leave if we don't talk. So we talk. "How do you feel?" this time her voice is strong. I don't know how to answer this question, so I think. The Nymphs that crowd my head seem to clear out. The cloudy, hazy feeling I've carried around for years lifts away. I try to explain this and the Nymphs to her. She smiles and says goodnight. The Fairies try to grab her but she closes the door too soon. They throw a little hissy fit and throw some of my things around. I smile. It's always amusing when they don't get their way. I turn to my half eaten Pop Tart and see a Harpy reaching for it. It's already eaten one of them. I take a bite and give it the rest. I peel of my shoes and lay on top of my dense covers, the rest of my clothes still on. I hum myself to sleep.

It's a little cold in our hell tonight.

It's a little cold in our hell tonight. We like it hot. Burning hot. We enjoy the heat. It invigorates us. Swallows us whole. Makes us go mad. Then we get lost in wild things. Roam in woods. Jump in lakes. Swim in fire. Talk to strangers. We shed blood not tears. Refuse to look both ways before we cross any street. We follow the winds that call our names. Set things on fire. We'd set the world on fire if we didnt have to live in it. Blow up ant piles. We watch after stray dogs, but we never keep pets. Us and our bloodshot eyes we do not sleep at night. We do not sleep at all. We are the dreamers dreamers dream of. We write and carve on walls and wood. We do not speak ill. If we speak at all. The haunts of men haunt us too. We travel throught the dark and do strange things in the midnight sun. Through this all and more we have the thought and yes we know our mothers would be ashamed.