The Glass BoxYou have me trappedIn a glass boxI scream,And cry,And pound the glass.Longing for escape,But it is useless.I am trapped,Like a caged bird.So I sit,In resigned Silence,My cheek pressed,Against the cool surface,Imagining,The smell of summer rain,Rescuing the parched earth,The sound of dead leavesDisintegrating,Beneath my bare feet.The cool kiss of snow,against my bare skin.And I long,To be apart,Of this mysterious world.But I am trapped.And I scream,And cry,on the inside.But on the outside,I smile,And laugh,And pretend,That I am happyAnd it may seemLike I have forgotten,My transparent prison,But on the inside,I long for the day,I will be free.
ShatteredPure, Sweet snow, fell elegantly from the night sky, dyed silver by the moonlight. A little girl stepped out into the newfallen snow, her feet clad in fluffy, pink bunny slippers. Her soft, brown hair was pulled up into careful pigtails by pink, silk ribbons, and she wore a lilac jacket over her pajamas. A small red robin fluttered onto a nearby tree branch, causing little plumes of snow to fall to the ground with a muffled thud."I can't sleep." The little girl whispered innocently to the little robin. The robin cocked its head wonderingly at her. A shot, shattered the sweet silence, and the robin frantically flew away. The little girl was thrown backwards, landing harshly in the snow, throwing up silver plumes. Blood, as red as anger, seeped through the soft, lilac jacket and into the silver virgin snow. Her sweet, blue eyes closed, never to open again. And the gentle snow, continued to fall, covering her tiny body, and the soiled snow. The silence having been restored, the brilliant
VirgoThe sweet and gentle virginSteps forthOn heels of quite splendorHer hair, of pure sweet starlight,Are a shield against the world.Yet from afar,Is that a cry?Of pain and fear?The maiden draws her sword of lightBrought forthTo slaughter and to fight,All that dare to cause injury.Silver tears,Stain her immaculate face,And drip,Onto fatal wounds,to expel death.Her eyes shimmer,With a mother's love.Compassionate and protective,She worries endlessly,About her Children,The sweet, vulnerablePlanets.
Red or White?Red or White?Red, thick as blood,Born from death and destruction.White,as pure and sweet,As virgin snow.Red and White collideAnd bloodthirsty Red,Spills onto peaceful white,Ready to claim its victory.But,Sweet and gentle white,When pressured,Can be merciless.Fearless white,Awakens,And washes away the staining RedAnd the Champion steps forthTo claim her crown.