The Inner Me

            What people don’t see is a little child with a blindfold over her eyes.

            She reaches out and a hand like hers leads her.

            She follows the child for a few years and soon becomes friends with her.

            But then later abandons her when the little child could finally see,

            Letting the little girl learn to fend for the loss on her own.

           

            What people don’t see is a young child in the corner.

            In the hidden mist was another girl and they were close.

            They told each other everything and shared journals.

            Letting their imaginations run wild in mystical lands,

            Filled with fey, fights, evil crows and eagles who were shapeshifters.         

            Blood would sometimes get spilled but the Faroe Gods were the worst.

            As this world became real,

            So did their friendship.

            What people don’t see is the young woman having many holes.

            Bullet holes from agony,

            Sadness and sorrow.

            But they heal slowly for she doesn’t let them out to the open.

            Not even her Safekeepers who raised her couldn’t keep a lock on them.

            She felt delicate,

 And even fell,

 Turning to feathers in her dreams.

            What people don’t see is a warrior in training.

            She is learning to be tactile and sneaky minded.

            How to be brave and smooth in a fight,

            But not ones using prowess and agile with body limbs.

            It uses your heart and words of the whim.

            She trains long and hard as she sits in her room,

            Writing on paper and makes conversation with oneself.

           

            What people don’t see,

            Is myself,

            The Inner Me.

In the Night

Moon,

Rises high as I stare into it's gaze.

Stars,

The gases that are far,

But are seen as beings filled with content.

My mind and soul belong in the space,

That helps my heart expand with the wonders and joy.

Space,

You help me live and fly in my dreams.

No gravity to define what is it meant to really dream,

And feel like a bird and reach goals.

So Sky I thank you.

Night I thank you.

Dreams,

I thank you the most.

In My Time of Dying

  

On the white sheets,

They feel rough but at the same distant.

My hands were in the air,

Being supported by other ones,

My mind illusion them to be mini crutches.

I can’t see the faces that stand in front of me,

Like blobs of color from the paintings of Picasso.

I suddenly felt my subconscious drift to the air,

Leaving the body intact but still holding on to it.

Words float and drift away to the bright white room:

Blank,

Dark,

Seething,

Crying,

The words stick and poison myself,

Tasting a bit of vile with each word.

Then,

Words from the blobs come into the boundaries:

Open,

Full,

Light,

Happy…

My brain spins,

It rotates like Pluto,

Spinning,

Leisurely,

Relaxing,

But it’s slowly getting distant,

Disappearing.

Suddenly,

I hear something buzz in my ears,

Not like a bee,

Nor like a broken television,

But a low buzz that sounds soothing.

                             My mind knew it was breaking down.

Like a vein exploding by heart failure.

Then,

Like they were called,

The spirits come with open arms,

But the Wil-O-Wisps just stared.

My mind spilled and floated more away,

Fading,

Like stars who lost their lights.

Flowers,

Balloons,

Friends,

Family,

Him.

These words I grasp as I lye down.

My hands resting,

My eyes closing,

My voice fading.

I feel like a robot in need of repairs,

Broken,

Still.

Alone…

Forgotten,

For I’m hiding under the bed of angels,

They don’t notice me.

They fly away when I reach.

My friends gone.

Family far away like my body.

I only hear the buzz again,

Turning into a soft voice.

Whispering,

Telling me,

Go

Go

Go

Go

Go

Gone.

Death is Not The End

Death,

A taker,

Also a giver.

The one hated,

The one brought to with open arms.

A cloaked figure with a big scythe.

A demon with wings who haunts humans.

The enemy.

Never a friend.

However,

Never be fooled.

Even when the person isn't moving,

He is never gone.

Death is not The End.

Death is the key to the Door:

Life.

On the other side,

There is no white place with clouds,

No spirit floats and comes back to Earth to re-live,

It doesn't even go down to be burned in fires of anger.

The soul,

The energy of the human,

It goes to a place,

Where other humans dream and wish for it to go to.

The other side is a illusion.

The humans turn to animals,

The animals turn into you.

Death is the key,

To Life's door,

To the human's,

Imagination.

Short Poem

Lie lie,

Let me lie in my place.

Breathe breathe,

I need to remember I'm still living.

Motion, motion

I want time to stop in place.

Forever, forever,

A ever lasting peace.

Frindle's Rising Chapter 4

As the two friends roamed down to the school. Like the usual it was filled with gloom, but today will be the day they will discover the Way of Change...


"Wait up Gwen."  Her friend huffed as she was shoulder-carried towards the school.

"Sorry Mary. We are late as it is, but we are all ready at the entrance. Once we go in, I'll take you to the Medicine Elf and he can take care of everything." She apologized, but smiled to show how calm she was.

However, deep down she was all over the place. She felt worried that she could do much worse if she wouldn't be able to control the inherited evil within her. She felt anger for hurting her friend and felt she wanted to be punished. She wanted to cry, but held it down with all her strength. She saw the blood, now dried wounds, on her friend that she couldn't stand to watch for a brief moment. As they climbed down the old, stone stairways, Gwen took a sharp turn to the right and took a faster pace down the empty hall. She heard Mary whimper, which she had to put down for her to rest against the wall. Gwen stared at her weak friend as well as Mary did back to her "smiling" friend.

"And what are you two doing there?" A voice asked that echoed in the hall.

They both turned their heads as they gasped; Gwen standing strong while Mary squirmed in place. A long lean figure stood in the wide hall. His nose all curved in his scrunched face. His blue wings that matched his blue and yellow uniform of a long shirt and shorts, fluttered from the sides of his body in a wild tone. Anger was fuming from his body as he stared down at the two children. He took long strides towards the girls who looked up at him with long and quiet stares.

"Didn't you hear me?!" He asked raising his voice, "Tell me. What are you two doing here?! I have no time to deal with such children who get scared easily I swear..." He then started to mumble and groan as another fey pushed him along to the Medic Elf's clinic. The other fey had short blond hair and was way shorter compared to the grown fey, but still had great strength and pushed him through the door. He wore the same blue and yellow uniform as well.

As they left, it was when Gwen helped her friend up again and they both walked at a little faster pace to see what else would happen. They never had seen those two boys in their lives. No one in school wore those uniforms. As they thought about it, the tall boy also had a strange accent. Had a mixture of a soft breezy voice that quickly changed to a hard harsh tone. Again, no one here spoke like that. At least the ones that were "normal".

As Gwen and Mary got to the Medic Elf's clinic, the door was shut and the curtains over the window where tightly closed. They went to sit on the two chairs that were the used for waiting. Mary by now had re-gained most of her energy sat up leisurely and started to re-gain her golden smile that always warmed Gwen's heart in many ways. In any emotion she felt. She then turned to the window. The window was vast, very long horizontally. She saw the still grey sky that made any fey gloomy, but for Gwen, it filled her with a hope. She always dreamed of one day seeing the blue skies she hadn't seen in a dear long time. She hoped for her to somehow someone or something can help her break the bond between and Frindle. She felt the anger flare inside her; tighting her chest like if she was held on a chained brace. It would forever haunt her. She knew she needed help.

Someone help me! She yelled in her mind.

As she pricked her ears, no answer came to her as she lowered her head in sadness.


However though, as night came across the land, Gwen was in her bed. She felt restless and very ashamed of what she had done. Her fists were clenched under the covers as she soon finally let the tears leak down her face. She hid her face under the blanket like if Mary was in the room with her. She wasn't too wrong about that, but Mary was only down the hall to the left of where Gwen slept. She cried heavily and sniffled as she held her wrist in agony. She wished for the pain to pop of her and be lifted off her shoulders.

 In about half an hour in human time she fell asleep peacefully and calm.

To be Continued...

Part two for chapter 1 for it didn't felt finished when I looked back on it for Frindle's Rising

After the King and Queen had fallen to their unfortunate demise, Frindle took the power to her metal hands as she decided to make a few changes to the World of Fey...




In the cold, the wind blew silently over the field. Every fey felt a deep, nawing hole grow inside themselves as they stared down below. No one made a sound except for the now screaming, pale-white queen. She covered her eyes in shear agony as she fell to the grass and buried her head with her clear tears. The only fey who seemed to not feeling this tragic fear and sadness was the dark fey who wiped the blood eagerly on her dress. She stared down at the pool of blood that surrounded that drenched her feet in the now cool blood that once gave her a warmth of sensation was now giving her a coldness that left her feet numb.

She was suddenly surrounded by the brown and red armored body guards that swarmed her in a tight circle. They held their poisoned ended spears and daggers with their eyes still fearful. The fey who looked like she died herself just smirked at them with a evil smile that made the guards shake with woe. She held the sword to her side that would shine if the moon would had been out. She raised the sword and pointed it that the guards.

"Guards who belonged to the fallen king. Join me or you will join the fate your ruler had." She turned to the forest as well with death swirling in her eyes. The fey hidden were shivering and knew it went for them as well. They clung to each other. They all wanted to escape but didn't dare to. As Frindle looked to the guards who slowly lowered their weapons, some even dropping them to the floor, were all hanging their heads to either not look at Frindle or was too ashamed to do it. Frindle smiled and finally looked to the crying queen. She walked slowly; feet still soundless. She spooked the poor Queen as she kneed down to look at the poor child-like fey.

"Get up." Frindle ordered.

The Queen got up immediately and stood with her head high; like if Frindle was pointing at her with daggers and spears.

"Good, " She talked to her like a low-life servant, "Now. For you, I'm going to ask you this. Would you like to be a maid to work for me or to die like your husband?" Her hands went down as the Queen imagined her "dropping" the weapons she held.

The silence grew as the small fey; now looking even smaller as she huddled herself slightly, suddenly felt her heart burn with anger. She then ran to Frindle and slapped her in the face as she felt tears grow again. Everyone in forest and even the guards gasped at her actions as the Queen just cried deeply. Frindle just laughed it off as she touched the spot; feeling her skin swell from the hit. She grabbed the queen by the throat; hearing the Queen squealing. Tears still streaked down her milky face; crawling even down Frindle's arm. Frindle didn't get phased by this and just examined the queen's reaction. She looked at how her eyes squinted as she cried, seeing three wrinkles forming on each eye. She saw her eyebrows furrow with such force that made her skin look old and wrinkled. She looked to her thin hair that could be see-through if the light hit it just right. She then got back to reality as Frindle tilted her head, "Interesting specimen..."

"Stop looking you witch!" The Queen hissed as she kicked Frindle in the stomach. Frindle took the hit hard as she fell on one knee and clutched her stomach. She coughed up blood that covered her mouth as she felt a new pain swirl in her. She licked it off her teeth; feeling a new sensation that grew old at the same time somehow. She took her sword and stabbed the Queen's neck into two. She then cut down a bit deep to where she she reached the abdomen of the thin fey body. The Queen gave a final scream of terror as she just stopped in mid-motion: her eyes wide in the direction of the sky and her mouth slowly going limp.

"And I was about to give mercy on you." Frindle whispered to the standing corpse. When she unsheathed the sword out, the frail Queen fell to the ground as another pool of blood came on the ground. The guards stiffened and the fey who hid couldn't bring to cry anymore as they realized their fears had reached their limit. Frindle then turned away and just walked on as she snapped her fingers to the guards. They made into the formation when she was "Sterling" and strolled out of the fields with her head high and eyes cold.




Later when the night grew on, all the fey who hid in the forest went back to their homes, leaving the King and Queen all alone. The moon then had enough courage to look at the result that the wicked Frindle made. The  moon then started to cry as she made snow drift down across the land. The moon examined the poor King and Queen who their faces looked to each other unsuspectingly. Her hand was out reaching to the Kings', but it would never reach in true time. In the time of the Spirit of Life, the King clutched the Queen dearly to his chest. The two fey spirits looked down at their bodies; feeling no remorse or sadness toward them. The two fey then floated of to the sky and flew away in the near distance; truly leaving the fey under the total control of the evil Frindle.

To be continued....