Cedar is

the Mother Tree

who bows and bends

and will not break

We drink of her Tea

and plant her rows

in graveyards so

they may be evergreen

Blocks of her heartwood 

we place between sheets

in the hope-chests against

moths that tend to feed

Her reverent scent

we inhale as incense

to our imaginary steed,

galloping upon cloven feet

In cold and heat of winter

we adorn her lobes and boughs

with little colored lanterns, 

crystals on wire, and bonfires

She isn't Christmas, by far

but in her presence we listen,

indeed, whistling with the wind

as we fall on bended-knee

I've never been one

To leave my comfort zone.

I hid in my fear,

Hindered by its grasp.

To some,

Fear is a motivator.

They want to go past

What their mind tells them.

They want to do it to show themselves

That they can do anything.

But to me,

Fear was a jail cell,

Trapping me in my mind,

Telling me

Over and over and over again

That I will get hurt,

That I won't be happy,

If I follow through.

But recently,

I've learned.

Fear can be a stepping stone,

Something that pushes me

To do things I want to do,

To take risks and understand

That I can't be perfect,

But that I can attempt to do

Things that I truly love.

That even if things don't work out,

I tried

And I tried my best.

And to me,

That's all that should matter.

Fear shouldn't be a jail cell,

But like a staircase in front of me,

Pushing me to make

One tiny push forward,

No matter how afraid I may be.

I've always seen you.

Standing in the hallways,

Talking with your friends.

And I wanted the moment to stay.

I've always liked you,

Your hair and face and smile,

The way you are,

The way you live and love all the while.

I'll never be able to admit it,

It's too much to bear,

I'm afraid that if I confess,

All my love will go somewhere.

So I'm content with watching,

A quiet background figure,

And maybe, just maybe,

You'll see me over there.

Note: This is for unrequited love.

Did you see that??

••

It keeps advancing with quick hops~

Oh....., where did it go?

EEEK!!

Ah— it just popped out of the box!

It looks like it’s our to get me- *heart starts beating much more rapidly*

UHHH....it’s *nearly faints* coming out of the toy box...

Somebody help..

*Crow caws in the distance*

(Jack cackles as he drags the kid off the bed and into the box).

#JACK.

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=T3wmW3RZBok

#MichaelJackson

#Thriller

And The Lord said,

“Let there be light!”

The Lord of Light.

Born of Night.

A strange brew.

He-brew, you too.

Understand.

Interact.

Call his name.

Make a pact.

Fall in love.

Fall in hate.

Take the pill.

Yes escape.

Candle mass.

Fire high.

Drop your holy water,

At the altar.

Bells and bells.

Blood and broth.

Winter bow.

Summer shine.

Spring worship.

Autumn mine.

And his number is.

And his name is.

And his heart is.

Black as thunder.

Warm as hell.

See you there,

If you live to tell.

I love you

From the top to your toes

You’re everything I admire

From the bravery that I crave

To the undeniable care you show

In the sky, you aren’t the sun

You are something much more beautiful

You shine vividly, so colorful

For you are a rainbow

You’re not perfect

But I love all your little flaws

They don’t make you damaged

Don’t make you scarred

They just add to your character

Your color

And song

You are so wonderful

So kind, loving and caring

You’re passionate and attentive

You hear me when no one else does

You…

You are so much more than the world and I deserve

You are this world's angel

But that’s not all, love

How could I describe how beautiful?

How to say it in such a way?

That would truly show the world just how beautiful you are

And how much you make me crazy?

You’re not just kind and caring

You’re crazy, absolutely nuts

Obsessive and a bit overbearing

You’re certainly a handful

But in my life, you’re a must

I always want you in my life

Whether just as friends or more

Because you’re what makes me a better person

Because of how wonderful a person you are

And all this I say here

Because I can’t say it to your face

Because I’m too scared that I love you

But you may love someone else

I don’t do this often

Love poems aren’t my forte

But there is just something about you

That makes me love you in every way

And I know this all sounds cheesy

I’m just a stupid kid in love

But that doesn’t change my feelings

For it’s true, all of the above

#love #unrequitedlovepoems #rainbows #light #challenge #beautiful

It seems all I ever do is run away.

My problems cannot hurt me if I run.

So I do.

I reach the darker trails now,

faster,

faster,

faster,

running faster,

on and on,

an endless hour,

I see my goal ahead now,

the final destination.

I go to you, overjoyed that I no longer have to flee.

I let you take me in your arms, a final loving embrace,

Before the deed is done,

and with Death I take my place.

Fear. It crawled down your throat, entering your lungs and infecting your blood. It never truly faded; just waiting until you were weak once more. Fear of the basement, of that one dark corner in your parents house. Fear of death. Lilly didn’t used to think she feared death. She was religious, she knew she was going to Heaven. She knew she would keep on, keep thinking, keep breathing, even if her heart stopped. Wasn’t Heaven just another way of living? She did not fear death, not until it was staring her in the face, Callie’s body lying bleeding and broken beside her, and a knife coated in red staring her in the face.

That’s when she believed in death. She saw it for what it really was, an ugly sleep. Eternal nothingness. And now her best friend was subjected to it. How did this happen? They were having a good night, walking through the park near their old school, seeing their 10 year old selves running around and playing house. Then he came out of nowhere, holding that knife. Lilly hadn’t been scared, she did not think she was going to die. She did not think everything would stop. But he didn’t go for her, the smaller and weaker one.

He went for Callie. The peson who knew Lilly inside and out. The person who was a black belt in karate. Now she was lying, near dead, three feet from where they first met. Lilly was rendered useless, frozen in fear, staring at that knife. The blood dripped off it, drip drip drip, soaking the grass. She couldn’t even scream. And she felt fear. She knew fear. She realized that this was it; she was never going to wake up again.

The Callie stood up, wielding her own knife. Lilly felt relief flood her body, almost collapsing. But Callie brought that knife up to Lilly’s neck, and Lilly felt a new fear, fear of what had become of the girl she once knew.

What if I don't want to settle down?

What if I don't want to be my parents?

What if I don't want to have those responsibilities?

What if that never changes?

What If I don't want to make it work?

What if I don't want to make a family?

What if I don't want to make it last?

What if I can't stay still that long?

What if I don't want to give things up for him?

What if I don't want to have kids with him?

What if I don't want to make it him and me against the world?

What if I need my freedom?

What if I like keeping my options open?

What if I like my friends?

What if I like my independence?

What if I like changing my mind?

So what if I'm happy now?

What if I like who I am when I'm single better?

What if I like doing it myself better?

What if I can make it alone?

What if I never know?

What if I'm enough for me?

What then?

How am I supposed to tell him?

How can my love somehow not be enough to keep me with him?

How can I love him this much and leave him?

What if settling is settling?

What if it's just not who I am?

I don't think that's who I am.

But what if I'm just making it all up?

What if I'm just scared because we're so right together?

What if we're right together?