I will fight.
I will fight the hunters.
I will fight to the death.
I will ride proud and free.
Man will not tame me.
I will not be ridden.
I will remain as free as the wind.
I was born free.
I will die free.
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WHERE THE WIND BLOWS
WHERE THE WIND BLOWS
The trees of the forest shiver and shake,
their long limbs trembling for the next quake.
Their bodies blaze a glaring white
with tears frozen from their new plight.
The world has become hard and cold.
My trembling body feels old.
Surrounded on four sides by white,
the bright glare has blinded my sight.
White is the color of my nightgown
as I stand and shiver with a frown.
A shadow emerges from the trees.
I hope it is not him, pretty please.
My body moves forward against my will.
I grab a thick tree and try to hold still.
I dig my feet into the packed snow,
but I must go where the wind might blow.
THE DEAD GAME SERIES
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WILL MY WISHES COME TRUE?
I gaze at the night sky
at the bright lights so high.
Will my wishes come true?
Will I ever see you?
You appear in my dreams each night.
I yearn to have you in my sight.
I haven’t seen you for years.
But you’re always in my tears.
Would we have had a good life,
one without sadness and strife?
I won’t be able to ask you this.
I won’t be rewarded with this bliss.
I must be content with my dreams
as my life crumbles at the seams.
I keep my memories close inside.
Of my love, I have no need to hide.
STARRY NIGHT
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Starry Night Over the Rhone, Vincent van Gogh.
The night walks on tiptoes,
not wanting to wake the sleeping.
The water shimmers in silence
beneath the starry sky.
In the distance, lights flicker
from boats and buildings.
We walk the shore
in the hazy mist of lights.
Lights to comfort the weary
who can’t lay their heads to sleep.
We will walk until the dark blue
turns orange and yellow with sunrise.
Until the streets fill with others
on their way to begin their day.
Gone is the starry night
where silence hides hideous sins.
Time to retreat until the starry night
returns once more.
TWISTING AND TURNING
Source:aftoiasis
The world twists and turns.
It squeezes us dry like sponges
until we have no strength to fight.
I can’t keep my eyes open any longer
and watch the mad parade of colors.
Hurricanes, poverty, violence, shootings.
Red will soon hide the greens and blues.
Madness will descend and replace the stars.
The moon will hide its face from the night.
The sun will no longer send its rays of warmth.
Mankind will be alone to fend off the darkness.
Twisting, turning, squeezing
until nothing remains of mankind.
STAND STRONG
Source:relatlonship
Hit me.
Strike me.
I won’t fall.
Soak me.
Shake me.
I won’t melt.
Sink me.
Drown me.
I’ll still be here.
NO LIMIT
There is no limit to
what you can create.
No end to
what you can inspire.
With a little thought
and imagination,
you can build a world.
