Nook-n-Crannies

It would be sad, I think, To be trapped forever in winter For the winter world is so bleak For there’s no green, purple, or pink. We could never see our bluebirds Or monarchs in clear skies, We would have to clear a path Every day, which quickly dies. Every year, sliced by wind, Every season, blind by snow. And no matter where you look, Not a thing would grow. Yes, the children would laugh and sing, It’s in their nature To make a game of everything. But what about pneumonia, frost bite? These are surely not a snore. Dear sirs and madams, You may think that I’m a bore, But not everyone has heat Nor the means to make, I think

I am as advantageous as a wishing well, as stoic as a dream in Hell; festered up with love and metal faces, an aspiring child's hope and silver pieces, but though they bar themselves from speaking secrets I will always let them down. My lost affection was chained to an angel disguised; A prophet who fell from an open, hallowed sky remaining upon the beach in throes with the swells, her heart beating in time with those majestic bells, and from out her lips, spinning stories, she tells of Arcadia. Long she stayed on the blazing, sand knolls speaking sometimes in old, stone, cathedral tones, and I asked her on what principle a

People have greedy hands, tearing at tender hearts. Seeking a piece of soul, wanting to belong in part. In the end of innermost desire, the yearning to contain -- something so pure yet fragile, only to mistake and make pain. Those of good and even evil have dared to tread this road, only to learn the reason why people have this endeavor forbode. Run far and fast my child, depart from this affair. Guard your hapless heart, save your soul to someday share.

The stars in the sky, And the nights flying by, But the days never die, And still we cry, Why do we try and try? I have to keep my strength, Or fall to my doom. I have to hide my weakness, Or i'll die to soon. I have to show my love, Or i'll be alone like the moon. I have to share my secrets, Or i'll find my tomb. Music is life, Without it we wouldn't thrive. The world would take a dive. Music is faith, Without it we wouldn't survive. It is our drive.

He liked to Stargaze, to stare at the glittering gods in the sky His friends Sometimes when he was alone, he would dance alongside them, and feel happiness for a fleeting moment in time. He would find the constellations and watch their travels through the months and seasons. Meteor Showers were always welcomed with his smile and the wonderment in his eyes. When sadness overwhelmed him, he waited for a falling star, and wish with all his heart for his troubles to disappear. Back to sickening reality. Cycles and bottles rushed back into his head, the loud voices returning to his sore ears. Not a penny to his soul, not a single piece of

He does not fight for the General barking orders, Nor for the man in a suit, who sent him across borders... In his pocket he keeps a single picture, a sole reminder Like ancient scripture. A home he misses so endlessly, Tirelessly calling out in his dreams at night. It is the last That remains on his lips, with his finger pressed upon the trigger. A single heartbeat, as he sights his enemy; A quiet prayer To rest in peace. Yet soon it fades, as hope is fleeting; For the little soldier boy, once marching home.  "Bottoms up buddy, I miss you..." -Chen Yuan Wen, 18th October 2012

I stand amongst the metal shards that once threatened my life. The dirt and smoke, so thick it chokes and cuts through lungs like knives. The song of shrapnel firing hot is music to my ears. For when there is but silence, that dreaded ringing reappears. My helmet doesn't fit quite right, my boots are wearing thin, but when the call of duty sounds I'll lead the front line in. Drop to my knee and say a prayer sent high on wings of doves. Soon I will be homeward bound to family or Heaven above.

Like a shining star, she moved across a the room light running beside her placing drops of beauty Body slender and lovely as though she was a ripple in a still pond. She smiled at me lightly, eyes twinkling with delight Her soft face with warm rays, flowing down her cheeks With her lips, she spoke of a lovely tone with harmonies A melody. She became my center. She filled the empty goblet of life which has been left empty for years. She fell into me As I fell into Love...