Drawers (An Epic Tale)

The drawers are where you know you can find
Odd trinkets, and clinkets
And things that go bump in the night
(yes you read what I said, now keep reading my friend!
Read until after you know it’s the end)
For this story I tell
(true or otherwise)
Was the demise
Of a princess in disguise.

This princess, you see
Was unlike any other
Unhappy in her mortal form
So instead of blessings counted
She decided, then confided
In no mortal man forever.

This princess knew
A tale of old
Which told of faeries and magic
A world she had no belonging in
A world she wanted to rule.

Our princess, therefore
Discovered more lore
And relished to have
The Sight, which allows
A mortal to see these “faeries”.

The girl of a princess
Was told of a drawer
In which the plants which she required
Were stored. She seeked
Out an elderly folk
Who could tell her
Just how to find this drawer.

The drawer was hidden
Locked in a basement safe
In a dungeon in London.
The princess came here
With her deadly wishes
And sought out the key to the locks
On the safe. When she found them
She toiled at getting the rusty drawer
Unlocked. But unfortunately, her lore
Didn’t alert this doomed princess
To the existence of
Faery spells guarding
The precious treasure
That was the princess’ desire.

The princess softly slid open the drawer
But before she could see
The treasured secrets
She was discovered
And silenced ever.

I think you can guess
What happened to our princess
But you didn’t expect
This is how it would end for her
Did you?

Puddles

Pull on your yellow rubbers
That remind you of duckies, then skip
And slip and trip out the door
Waltz down the street
To the city park
Where you will find
A trail
Of puddles.

Tumble (or Turmoil)

The thoughts and emotions that churn in this head
Have almost no way to escape

They escape through the mouth
In poisonous words
Or helpful ones
Or they burn the tongue

They escape through the hands and fingers
I use to illustrate
Or demonstrate
Or even just deliberate

They escape through my facial expressions, you see
The raise of the eyebrows
Shape of the mouth

The only way for a safe escape
Is through the jet black ink
Of the written word

Message

The message is clear
But will you hear
The truth that is
The message?

The message is clear
Never fear
The words people say
True danger’s in the writing

The message is clear
Do you fear
What you will find
If you open your mind?

The message is here
But will you, dear
Dare to believe
And listen?

Brave

It’s hard to be brave
When you know why they’re running

It’s hard to be brave
When you know what’s fighting

It’s hard to be brave
When you know who’s smiling

It’s hard to be brave
When you know who’s crying

It’s hard to be brave
When you know dying

It’s hard to be brave
When you know who’s trying

But most of all it hardest when
You’re loved ones are suffering

Brush

A hairbrush, tis true
Is a girl’s best friend
For a while, at least
Until its end
And then
What it is
Becomes a has-been
As that trusty brush
Is dumped
For a new one.

Smooth

“Smooth move, “the Joker said
When i laid down the game winning hand

“Smooth move,” the Joker joked
When the loser protested
And cheating suggested

“Smooth move,” the Joker remarked
As tempers sparked
And voices barked

“Smooth move,” the joker retorted
When it was reported
The loser was armed

“Smooth move,” the joker repeated
When protester uncovered
The weapon of murder

“Smooth move,” the joker mocked
When pistol was cocked
And murderer shot

“Smooth move,” the joker whined
As victim pined
As hope declined

“Smooth move,” the joker cried
As God sighed
As Hope died

“Smooth move,” the joker lied
When the murdered sighed
And Death passed by

“Smooth move,” the joker whispered
As the last gasping breath
Of the victim
Expired





(please help me find a word that sounds good with reported but means armed:)

Bark

I fear i may soon find out
Their bite is worse than their bark

Monday

tuesday drags on
wednesday's the hump
thursday's almost there
friday and you're home free
saturday's just fun
sunday's when you realize
tomorrow's monday
but monday
is
just
monday.

Chill

The chilly glares

The icy stares

The feeling of being surrounded by bears

Horns blaring

Insults flying

Trying, trying

Avoiding the eyes

Of people nearby

As you learn

How to drive







(im sure every new driver feels this way;)

Gaze

A gaze
Deep eyes
See through my skin
Penetrating into my soul

Pie

Oh why

When i smell pie

Does it bring tears to my eyes?


The beautiful

Glorious

Magical

Smell

Of pie

Baking in the oven

Wipe

Spilled milk

Rain on a windshield

A single teardrop



Wipe-able



A broken life

Shattered trust

Dashed hopes


Pieces that remain

Untouched

Monster

Selfish spirits

Selfish hearts

Selfish desires

Selfish minds

Selfish actions

A monster



Selfless spirits

Selfless hearts

Selfless desires

Selfless minds

Selfless actions

A hero

Gaze

She feels the eyes of ten thousand souls

Burning through

Examining the treacherous depths of the heart

dissappointed in what they see