Path-to-Paradise

The power of music is not its inherent sound but how it meshes with the beat already in us Where to stop a line an emphasis on time dancing around the boundary of our perception It gives a taste of another world just outside and always outside our grasp A hint or tease that isn't bitter simply, anxiously exhilarating

An endless stream of worlds found their way before Ted. Each was unique in its entirety, however there were common facets that Ted had come to recognize. An overlap, if you will, amongst the current universe in question. Toilet paper. Milk. Soda. These were staples in the infinitely varied worlds that came to Ted on the little black treadmill every day. Every day that he worked at Super Foodmart, that is. His own mind a world unto itself, he formulated an equation with each new land presented. They were systematically summed up into neat, paper bags. Actually, it wasn't each world that Ted dwelled on so much, but moreso the inhabitants. Som

Sometimes I wonder if poetry is the result of a tortured mind without a life to live then I think of poetry that sings drawn from a spring of love and comfort and it hits me that poetry is an outflowing of emotion good or bad a pining of heart whether it swells or bleeds dry with hope or in cry such a misstep thinking too hard when its root is in feeling Relating to that buried deep and we admire what blossoms forth but in the end poems are like people endlessly varied in depth and motivation

Give me an epic Bob instead of your Aethery fluff for when something is a "must" I tend to ignore it Paint with a colorfed glob make it thoughtless and rough the mental door will rust when everyone adores it Turning like a knob instead of hooked to a cuff with an always hidden lust to keep the lure bit

Little over a year had passed since the night Larissa was moved. Aside from her morning chores and evening reading, each day was filled with adventure in the countryside outside her home. At first, living without the trees was an intimidating thought, yet at the same time being able to see across the vast hills and streams filled her young heart with a sense of wonder. She had been able to befriend a few small animals with promised treats and an abundance of patience. This sun-bright day found her on a large rock beside a circular lake. A rabbit cautiously nibbled on the root she held in her outstretched hand as her bare feet dangled in the c

Green fireflies danced in the night, fading in and out of vision as they fluttered amongst the twilight of the forest. Larissa watched quietly, her attention captured by the visual music these tiny lights created. One thing that brought her pause was the occasional red fireflies. Every so often as the night drew on, she spotted them. Always in a pair, they moved in a different pattern altogether, as though circling the humble dwelling her and her Father shared. She spotted them again and this time she couldn't hold it in. She turned from the window. “Papa, why are some fireflies red?” Her Father rose from his seat by the hearth an

You say your voice isn't anything special unique but not special I disagree wholeheartedly and this is why: When I hear you sing your spirit shines through fueled by a tender, loving heart The softness of your whisper carries with it the weight of your passion And I swear a day cannot pass for me without hearing you laugh Call me biased Dismiss me modestly But I believe all that I say For I have no reason to lie your seemingly simple statement 'I love you' instills a pride known by no other So, thank you for your voice and the humble girl it holds it will forever be the key to my happiness.

A pre-dawn thunderstorm threatened in the distance, the far away rumble rolled oddly through the crowded trees of the forest. Daylen picked up his pace for fear of losing potential tracks to the oncoming downpour. You could smell the rain in the air before it even touched the ground. Gusts of colder air danced through the limbs overhead, making the forest come alive with a loud rustling. A few other scents mingled in the wind, as well. Burning wood. Blood. There was something else that Daylen couldn't quite recognize. He held up a hand to signal the others to hold. Larissa muttered under her breath, the contempt in her voice scarcely disguis

A lazy, drizzling rain set the mood as it dampened the minds and hearts of each patron before they entered the inn. A modest sized wooden and mud-brick building, Woodhaven Tavern sat on the road leading out of town, a stone's throw from the city wall. It is the last welcoming stop on the trail before it winds and plunges into the Shadowbrook, a forest of not-so-modest girth. Each chilled and dripping soul is studied without their knowledge as they enter the warmth of the main room, being greeted with docile music from an unobtrusive figure sitting by the hearth. Daylen made it his business to take careful note of every single person in the r