AnthonyAnthonyWith broody moods of puppy brown eyes,slow swirling with ones made of chocolate.There is a odd deadly calm that chills me warm,and forces me to shiver with delight.Is it my hand you are holding? Or am I holding yours?Is it luck? Chance? A blessing? Perhaps something more?A green Inu Yasha, friend's with the Hacking God.I feel slightly inferior in your presents, and greatly dumbfound.All I see are wooden rats and metal monkeys, who dyed themselves green this year.Your moods are quick storms, that keep my toes turning.How breathless I am, and yet you continued to breath life into me.Are you dizzy? Are you still? Can you move? Are you...ill?I feel faint, but I do not fall.Not with my hand reached out to you.Not with this link of our hearts.I will catch you when you fall.Towers and shadows will not stop me.You are not alone green monkey.Not with pink rat.
Dorks and Dragons"It stinks in here!" "Will you be quiet! Get along with you girl. Quit following us!"Athren's blue's eyes flashed at the red headed lass. Ever since they saved her fromthe swamp goblins of Doomba Swamp, the girl's been following them. And that wasthree days ago! "Come on boys. You can't leave a girl out of all the fun!" "Oh Athren, let the girl come."Athren stopped walking. "I see she has worked her woman magic on you, Brone."He said as he turned to look at who spoke. Brone was a big man. He towered over thegroup like a giant over a village. He was strong like an ox, but had the heart of a lamb. "I must agree with Brone, Athren. To leave this girl alone, would be most unheroic."Athren looked down. "Oh not you too, Runmas?"Runmas was a dwarf. Though he ma
TeacupsTea cups"Mama?"Said the little girl as she looked at the table."Yes?"Answered her mother who was washing dishes."Do tea cups have invisible wings?"Asked the little girl, who was now walking towards thewindow."No dear. Tea cups don't have invisible wings. They don'thave wings at all."Said her mother who was still washing dishes."Mama?"Said the little girl."Yes?"Her mother said, still washing dishes."Can tea cups fly?"Asked the little girl looking out the window."No dear. Tea cups can't fly, they don't have wingsremember?""Oh."Said the little girl."Mama?""Yes?"Said her mother."You might want to get some new tea cups."
The MindThe mind.A swirling mass of knowledge.Colors, Feelings, hopes.Things that have been forgotten, mix together with the fear of thought.The mind.A broom closet closed to the world only to be opened on the other side.Stories told by love ones made into a movie.The mind.Smells of foulness and roses from days gone by.Deaths and love, faces in the crowd.Trees slowly dying.Stars being born.The mind.A lot goes on in there.
I have a dream..I have a dream.I mean, don't we all?Well I guess if you didn't, you be as plain as a rock.Some might say that's fine.But is it really?Dreams are strange.Don't you agree?If you don't, then that's just sad.Sad and blue.Like dreams of some.Pink and happy like others.I have a dream.I hope you do too.
DanceDanceA bubble in my stomach. My heart up in my throat.A feeling of joy. A feeling of hope.Twirling, swirling, through the air.I leap, you swing, they pull, we prance.Nothing in the world,Can explain what we call dance.