Monthly Archives: June 2015

Forged From Fiction

To create a life made of fiction

Made only from imagination

Making one’s personality

before ever meeting

Searching for the perfect name

Quirky, yet beautiful

A face that is comfortable, yet interesting

Fabricate someone only to meet in ink and pages

Crafting out of clay

Molding into someone believable

and real

Dynamic

Smooth, but rough

Someone who has secrets yet to uncover

A character with levels

I’m able to create a new friend

but someone who I would be scared to meet also

Who lives an ordinary life turned astonishing

All made from a spark of imagination

I’m making a person

Forged from fiction

into our reality

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The Crescent Moon

The Crescent Moon

half seen

half not

but still there is a hue

to the hidden part

The part shrouded in darkness

Unseen

Untouched

Imagined

The moon kept to itself

Something to grieve relish about

Something to smile cry about

Something to forget remember

Something to never share

until the moon is ready

To become a full moon

 and the wolves howl

Have you ever felt sorry for the moon?

Always and only reflecting

Never creating a light of it’s own

illuminating from another’s light

What if the moon created it’s own light?

Would it show it’s part shrouded in darkness?

Or does it like the darkness?

Hamed Saber / Foter / CC BY

Hamed Saber / Foter / CC BY

There is a Scroll

There is a scroll

all rolled up

laying on a table

or laying in sand

or laying in snow

tightly bound

Thicker than the face of a quarter

but smaller than a ping – pong ball

Suddenly,

slowly

The scroll begins to unroll

at first just barely visible

The paper is so white

The scroll begins to unroll faster

and writing begins to appear

At first just real light

like child scratch

then slowly

more refined

and deeper pressed

The writing turns from

Crayons

to yellow pencils

to mechanical pencils

to muti-colored pens

The writing is cursive and magical

happy and light

The writing continues

and writes more and more

each time

but as time goes on the child scratch

begins to fade

but the muti-colored writing does not notice

The writing continues

and writes more and more

each time

The paper begins to look kinda drab

but this does not influence the writing

it just continues

There is a big burst of color

and soon beside it

another child scratch appears

it does not stay for long

for it has it’s own scroll to write on

The muti-colored writing continues

and writes more and more

each time

Then the pencil writing begins to fade

but the muti-colored cursive does not notice

and continues to write

Child scratch appears once more

and still the muti-colored cursive continues

it continues until

A spill of dark black ink consumes the muti-colored cursive

Then the muti-colored

turns to blue

a sensible color

The writing continues to write

but not as magical anymore

Then just like before

Dark black ink spills onto the scroll

and the cursive

turns to print

and the writing continues to write

but now there is less to write about

The muti-colored cursive begins to fade

but the blue colored print does not notice

and continues to write

Then just like the times before

but more this time

the dark black ink spills

and the blue colored print

turns to

shaky uneven blue colored print

and continues to write

less and less

Then the blue cursive begins to fade

bu the shaky uneven blue colored print does not notice

and continues writing less and less

until

the writing stops

and the scroll stops unrolling

in fact it actually rolls up

To thicker than the face of a quarter

but smaller than a ping – pong ball

laying on a table

or laying in sand

or laying in snow

tightly bound

There is a scroll

all rolled up

and forgotten