Emolad666

 My eyes fluttered open I was facing the clock.  Noah had his arms wrapped around me; his head was resting on my shoulder.  The clock read 2:43 am; I decided that it was time to make my escape.  I wiggled and slithered out of Puck's grip, and slid off of the bed.  I stood there in me sheerness.  I put my hands on my hips and striked a pose in the moonlight casting through the sliding glass doors to our room.  I admired my shadow and looked down at my lower half, bathed in the light it was glowing alabaster.  I turned and looked at Puck; he had been through his sketchy phases, but wrapped in the sheets to our bed he looked sweet and innocent.

You are the only you I care to know Their words are wasted; I know your good soul For an all over 'make over'; don't go If thoughts where steel, they could not build a pole They see the world in all shades of dark red Imagine not, know the world is vivid All of your words should not be left unsaid Don't you ever let your shine be tainted Eclipsed by the divinity of you I will write and let the story be told It will trigger a much sought after coup Shattering the illusion they controlled All you can do I make the axiom And wait for them to gather in Harlem

Whatever you do, don't change who you are. You make this world a more blessed place to live. Your shine is brighter than a night time star. Your philosophy is to always give. Without you what will we do with ourselves? I dare not let it cross my mind, at all. Would I just sit there dusting off my shelves? The image is vivid, a cold stone wall. On the crest of what is and is not real. I will sway between daring and dare not. Away from the world I wish I could seal. All of the words are like flames burning hot. But that is a day that will never come. Watching the sky, we write our own anthem.

Christmas came and left Cell phones, games, and clothes Everything I wanted Right? I got one thing extra A dreaded gift “Fruit cake?”  You ask Ha not even close And no don’t even guess it Nope not underwear I got slammed with it The “best” worst Christmas gift I got a cold for Christmas