The-Lights-Fantastic

We are leaving, Wind whips through the trees, Swirls of dust waving goodbye, The hunter picks up his bow, Beckons us off, Without planning our time is our own, The element of surprise is powerful, In the forest we lift our packs, Nothing more than a few tools, Everything we need is where we are going, The wind begins to howl again, And in a haze of falling leaves, We are gone. Mum yells from the top of the stairs, I grunt back, It’s too early and my alarm isn’t awake yet either, My ski-pants hang on the back of my desk-chair, I pick out my coolest muscle shirt, Refusing to wear a helmet, Dad; its not cool, My family rush around m

All I want to do Is you

I want to take you Out to a forest And show you how the mist falls Gently on the leaves Shrouding them Engulfing them in mystery And how it is ok to go exploring There is nothing to be scared of Nothing that will hurt you Here in this forest Because I’m with you I want to take you Running through the trees Letting branches sting my arms Letting the wind whip past my face Letting my instincts take over Teaching you to sing Out loud with joy To the beating of your own heart Reminding you that’s what I do every day Just thinking of you Makes me sing I want to take you Into a clearing Faces illuminated by sunlight Grass pure green S

As I sat and stared at my reflection. Dark, brown hair and those stupid green eyes. A single tear rolled down my cheek. I was perfect, but it took me too long to realize. Remember... They're sitting just across the room. Perfect faces, hair and clothes.  Nothing like myself. It's hard to look away.  Oh no, they've caught me looking... I blush and turn back to my lunch. Dear God one is calling my name.  How did they find out my name? What do I do? ";Hiiii! Alex was it?" "It's the beautiful one with the blonde hair. Omg his eyes. How do I react? Noooo this is the enddd. "Yeah. You're Darcy right?" Looking back it was a stupid thing to say. Of

I have to be quite strict with my Norman!  I wouldn’t want him growing up to be a failure like his father. His father was such a handsome man, a very naughty boy but very charming. A shame he died, in fact, I was heartbroken. “Broken hearts heal fast” I think was the saying.  Or do they heal slow...my memory fails me.  Anyway, where was I? Oh yes; my lovely, dead husband.  Absolutely no use around the house; all he did was work, eat and sleep. I had to do everything AND raise a child practically on my own. He never got a top quality job and spent most his money on going out to town. Heavens knows what he got up to there but

Where I come from, in the city, The streets are dark, The pavement gritty, And your worth depends on what you own, Your milk’s delivered to your home, Nowhere at all does danger roam So when the call went out, around the town, I was in the line of eager young men, And put my name and age down, The latter being slightly wrong, Because I thought I would belong, With the brave, heroic, fast and strong I was trained in England with the boys, We were told the usual, “Guns aren’t toys”, And that we’d have to chat our clothes for lice, Entertained by rum and dice, We kept in order, or paid the price I was stationed

With arms open he embraces me The taste of rivers on my lips He will be gone, but will return I'll wait for him forever He gives me life, I give him love He smells of mud and sometimes salt I hope he stays a little longer I hope he stays forever Sometimes I know when he will come Sometimes I sense it in the air Sometimes he's unpredictable Sometimes he doesn't come at all I never try to look for him He's not someone who can be found He comes and goes just like the clouds No one can hold him down I'll welcome him when he comes to stay And when he leaves I'll let him go I'll say goodbye and wish him well He'll take my heart a