Ominous and Lasting

You're

the fire blazing

brightly in the ageless

sky, Ebbing away in slow

defyance  of  the  moon.

You're  the  writhing

shadows of

a

quivering flame, Dancing

fluidly  where   the   light 

does  not   reach.  You're

the light that bursts from

a  f i r e c r a c k e r  Only

smoke   and    a    fleeting

flash  of  light. You're  the

brilliance  of  the dawning

sun, When I see your light

I know it will be a good day.

Embellished being

This heart seems as callous as a guitarist's fingertips, 
slowly hardening with time.
Time that passes like honey in an hourglass.
This soul is like a hollow diamond casing, 
imprisoning the building tears and emotions 
that would suggest I posses a functioning heart.
My eyes are as depthless as a mirror, 
as dull as charcoal and as near sighted as a devious promise.
Unable to see what I will to ignore, 
I see the world through slitted eyes, 
nearly convincing myself that fear and shame do not exist...
Forgetting the scars that decorate my psyche.

Phantom Planet: Deleted Scene

My last writing of Danny Phantom for the last episode.
To see the episode I wrote this for, go -->here<--, or Nick.com.

D-Stabilized: Deleted Scene

This post, and the one following, are deleted/alternate scenes I wrote about a TV show called Danny Phantom. If you do not like the show, then I would advise you don't read further.

This will not make sense unless you watch D-stabilized so watch it first before reading. It's a good episode. :)

If you want access to the full series, then go here

A flash in the dark

 Waves of rain

      pour down

           from the sky,

                hammering on

               the windows.

          The hazy grey

        night sky is

 free of clouds

     yet  the  rain

        still falls. Barren

               trees  glisten

                    under  the

             full moon, coated by

     heavens tears.          The grass

 is matted                      and the

   soil soaks             the water

         in like             a  sponge.

                                    Tongues of

                                           Spidery

                                          lightning

                                       flash

                               across the sky

                    and the        ear splitting
            cracks and              rolls of

         thunder                         are all that
  can be                                       heard.

plants                                         and trees

    bend                                  to the will

        of the                                forceful

             wind,                                chilling

          and                                        cold. How

   greatly                                     the world changes

under heavy                     clouds, and          despite it all,

 I find        that                       beauty                is       uncovered

     in                                                     this        thunder       storm.                                             

Remedy (rhyming)

Her                 soul                 stirs                restlessly, 

            her                 heart                   a                          broken 

cage;         weighing              down                  with 

      hopeless-              -ness,                just                    itching    

    

 to                 break                  away                But

           he                    holds                   her                       life 

together,       so                 she                doesn't         

              fall           apart;                  he                         looks     

         

deep                into                    her                 troubled   

        

             eyes,            saying,              “You'll                     always 

   

 have                 my                   heart.”                   <3

Earth Bound Stars

In  the  late   night  sky,

early morning,The smoky grey fog    

hangs   thick  in   the  air, And  morning  

dew begins to transpire. Like a gypsies orb, 

or  beads  of glass. Liquid pearls untouchable, 

sprinkled  across the cropped grass, sticking 

 to the  blades  like  stickers. They  reflect 

the moon  hung high in the  blackness,

sparkling   under  the glimmering

 diamonds  of  night.

Paint a Picture (Religious)

In The Kingdom of Light, there are fields of beautiful clouds, magnificent white as far as the eye can see. Finding the border of that vast expansion of sky is like trying to run up to a rainbow, impossible. The rolling clouds are lined with silver, illuminated by the rays of light that break through from above. Towering golden gates lye concealed within the clouds, where behind stands the gatekeeper. It is the gatekeeper who gives the final judgement based on the choices you have made.

With Eve's foolish decision, a new, horrible realm of darkness  manifested. A prison for those who dare turn away from Him, for the sinners. No light can be found there, only the darkness within the eternally burning flames. Completely devoid of peace and happiness, and forever separated from Him. Pain and regret is all that is left.

To Paint a picture: above you see the luminescent clouds of The Kingdom of Light, shining down onto the earth. Below you see ravaging fires of crimson stretching on for miles, where the countless souls of sinners suffer for all eternity by their own hands. The earth at one time was suspended between the two realms, but now is falling to the fire.

Though day by day, more and more turn to drugs, sex and money, becoming greedy, ignorant and self- absorbed. Those people say The Bible is a joke, calling it fiction. The scale tips toward the fire, we are falling fast into the flames, where only the faithful will be spared.

Is the falling inevitable ?  

Chaos of the Soul (Thursday November 25 2010)

                                 Her[]  heart  is              bound[]  in  heavy
                           chains,  \ Kept guarded  \under/   lock and  /key;
                        Her eyes   []drag you deep []  within their  [] depths,

                       Harboring       \     secrets  /  and    \ bitter /memories.

                        With  a  heavy [] heart [] and haunted []   eyes,   It

                             appears  /as   \       /   thought     her    \spirit  has 
                                 died; []You  []can  see  with   every  []tear 

                                          / she    /  sheds, How much  her  |

                                                    []  broken soul has            [_]

                                                                   bled.

   

By the way, those are chains wrapping around the heart, with a lock      -     -     -     ^ ^ ^

Summer

she lies in a weedy green meadow, twirling a blade of grass 
between her fingers. a soft, warm wind passes through, 

causing little green clovers to bend, and the fluffy 

white weeds to sway. knocking the 
morning dew off their 
leaves and 
stems,

picking 
a dandelion, she 
closes her eyes, makes
a wish... and blows 
the seeds 
away.

she drops the stem and lays down, sinking in 
the cool grassy bed,watching the clouds 

go by. she sees swirls and rabbits, 

drifting in the ocean like sky.

she tears her eyes away,

resting her imagination,

and looks back to the 
clover field. she spots 

a  four  leaf  clover,

rising above the rest.

she reaches out to the plant,

lifts it by the roots, and leaves the clover field behind. 
holding the little plant in her cupped hands,walks home under a velvet sky...