To Stella and Harry with unconditional love I said I would never give. Your my whole world, I want nothing more than to love you and be with you always.

I hear a sound of little tiny feet

although said foot is not yet set
these decisions I've yet to regret

the clock tics forward unrelenting in speed
the people grow furious driven with need

slumber turns men into fools and women into slaves
want and need become one when everyone craves

lovely and pure unrelenting affection
feeling is given in lethal injection

terror and hysteria, misguided and misunderstood
in a world always failure, never thought that you could

this dust on your shoes yearns to be thrown
speak so little your voice is no more than a moan

dry and cracked lips kiss your forehead to slumber
your mother is old so she starts to look younger

water becomes no better than sand
all of this time so much unplanned

but wait I see tiny toes that seem to float away
with youthful wings you won't want to stay

I feel little hands so soft guide me through
so strong and sweet no question he knows what to do

I hear the sound of little tiny feet
and with her smile, my heart gave another beat.

Margret's Tail Chapter 2

DEBBIE!

What a very strange name for a girl at the time, it was as if her name was an omen for she was the nastiest, rudest, meanest, and cruelest girl that attended Margret's school. Unfortunately she was only especially cruel to Margret, Debbie pulled her hair, cut her hair, and once she had even put a mouse in it; Yes little Margret stood no chance when it came to Debbie, on top of the fact that Debbie's father owned most of the town, Debbie's mother was her teacher, Yea poor little Margret didn't stand a chance.

"WEAK LITTLE MARGRET" Debbie roared like a bear, "Hi Debbie, am I in your seat?" answered Margret.

"No but your a nasty little devil child SO you have to move anyway!"

Margret growled and go up to leave, but Debbie grabbed her collar to her shirt and threw her backwards, while Margret picked herself up[ she saw Debbie pick up her drawing for her friend and rip it in half; Margret's eyes filled with tears, "Why...Why would you do that, I am sorry I am a devil child, but that didn't mean you had to rip my drawing" Little Margret picked up the ripped pieces and cried as Debbie danced around her with a group of friends singing, "Little Margret with the devil's eyes and hair, Don't look Don't look for she will kill you with her stare!"

Margret's eyes turned from green to black and she threw her hands up, This caused the bantering to stop but Debbie made a very bad mistake; "SHUT UP YOU FREAK!" Margret shouted in strange tongues, the room turned black and Debbie's body began to quiver and convulse, "What are you doing to me?" Debbie shouted, sadly her screams wouldn't save her. Debbie's hair began to fall out all on the floor and as the children screamed Margret's words became louder, "Divulge her true self let them see, how her heart is just as black as the night, how the moon will dance with glee when her true self is in our sight!"

Debbie's arms began to brake and twist while her hair turned from blonde to gray, with a blood curdling scream Debbie's body withered away as if she aged to a hundred in thirty seconds; Then with a poof a cloud of dust lay on the ground,  the room turned back and Margret fell to the floor and went to sleep.

Margret smelled smoke, she opened her eyes and began to scream "Help HELP ME PLEASE"
The crowed cheered as she scream, Margret looked and saw the whole town cheer as she was being burned alive; Her own mother stand there looking at her with tears in her eyes. Margret begged for help till the pain was to much and she passed out.

 She was awakened by a light when she got up she looked around and saw the forest she ran way to, but she sat down and began to cry because she just knew she was dead and this was her afterlife; A soft small thing rubbed against her arm she looked and saw it was a kitten all black with a strange green collar. She held it close and it began to purr, Margret named the kitten Ethel and decided to find a house dead or not she didn't want to be cold.

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I could feel her breaths upon the window sill and even though my existence was unknown to her, she could feel a presence something or someone who would show her the blood that stains her hands her wicked thoughts and unholy treasons; Oh how the tables turn when the dark a mere change in reflection can cause so much strife.
My soft and undetected steps make her shake, my whispering movements give her the chills; And yet she has not yet cried for help nor has she started to wail in terror but Oh how fast the tables turn when your being HUNTED!


Do you remember those tales of witches and wizards, those magical beings who cause civilizations to fall and monsters to perish; I have heard of them I have seen the result of their never-ending trouble, mischief and misfortune, but you know this is all so funny to me because these all powerful beings would be nothing without their familiar. Does it not make you double over in pain from the huge waves of laughter that overcome you, when you see a witch shribble and scream for mercy when we threaten such an insuccnificent animal; Even more funny as insuccnificent as a cat. Yes she is nothing without her familiar, Aww I believe this is a good place to start; It was a while back but I think this story may be one you will remember for ages to come.

 We must of course tell you about Margret.L.Bishop the L stands for Lisa, Margret was a very peculiar little girl born with a scar over her left palm, her mother always told her it was the scar given to her by god and his good grace to let her live. Little Margret was a strange little girl and in being strange she had no friends most people in town said the scar was the mark of the devil and anyone who spoke to her or even looked at her was sure to be dammed, and so little Margret did not play with children nor did she cry from the names and rocks thrown her way; She merely went to the forest every day after school and since her mother was not usually home at night she stayed there and didn't return home for days at a time. An advantage to being so strange was that little Margret had little reason to talk, and in turn she often found herself surrounded by the many unknown creatures in the forest; More often than not she would have a crow or two perching on her shoulder and a black snake neatly piled in her lap, these creatures were the beings she called friends.

It was the year 1688 and it was definitely a year to remember, It was summertime and the day seemed normal it started out with nothing off, it seemed even the grass was bored due to this uneventful day. Little Margret was in her class room drawing a picture of the snake that laid in her lap; With even and confident strokes she drew a beautiful snake that slithered on every edge of the parchment and it seemed that her snake had eyes that glistened like diamonds. Unfortunately happiness for Margret was a rarity and so it was expected trouble would come from it.





I would love to know if you think I should keep writing I was thinking I could turn this into a book So please leave a comment if you read it...This of course is original so don't steal. :)

Mankind

I am lost
I can feel no presence
I know of no human or animal that has a measure of significance alike mine
I have a teacher
A teller of all there is to be known of the world
She has bestowed upon me the gifts of a magi
I have sailed deep oceans with noblemen and written great works with worldly scholars
All of this I owe to her, my "teacher"
But through all her wisdom I have heard or seen of no such creature
The one of whose value is as mine
I looked upon the oracle and many great libraries with scriptures overflowing
I still have read or seen of no such monster
I've heard witches speak ancient incantations
and I have sung songs with the sirens
Out of the monsters and spirits that came none of which had a significance as is mine
Upon my dreariness and woeful thought came the final place
A painting of life and death
A tale of heaven and hell at war
The purity of truth blackened by man
 I saw upon them a thing of which is mine
Not upon the dead who will be missed
Nor the skeletons carrying away the dead, the ones with purpose
Not even of the severed limbs and broken bones discarded at random in the field of chaos and confusion
No, I saw my equal upon the shadows
A black being darker than silence
A causer of mischief and misfortune
A wielder of pain and sorrow
My equal is hated by all for all he has done
My equal is upon the wicked and the damned sadly he is to dumb to care
My equal of such trespasses is a demon
My equal is a man who dressed in black kills and dies and is born again through his ashes of filth
He sees his crimes
It is because of this he wept upon his hands
His hands
The hands stained my children's blood and scared by the scratches of the innocent
But I was wrong
I am not equal to a demon, for these are not the acts of a demon but of man
That is my equal 
My equal is man
My sins are everlasting 
My transgressions are in stone
Man is the cause for the failure of men
Man is the cause for the failure of many!




I wrote this poem based off of this Renaissance
painting.

Honestly

I’ve heard of you so uncommon it seems

the lucky few whose constant is new hopes and dreams

your everyday outlook, I hope it hits me like a beam

Transform me into something greater than myself

make me as important as those dusty tales I shelf

Great stories of a famous greek traveler

or an English man with an act for unraveling string

a rebel of sorts the everyday unraveler

like a classical tale you must dig to see what I mean.

My agenda is hidden within an old and tattered page

more often than not my purpose is found within a cage

and what really appears as old and forgotten is space age.

New and shiny just as cold as metal should be

so clean and reflective it’s you, you will see

frightened by what you can’t accept you flee

What do you run from, and where do you go?

would I know if I saw it, if I’ve been would I know?

The places in this world only a few may see

of these great cities and forgotten buildings that hold a sacred memory

like a camera whose picture you couldn’t take properly

only a feeling of that carnival and the few seconds you rode gleefully.

A day filled with nothing new but nothing old

it’s just as translucent as a storytellers stories that can never be told

when it comes to money his dollars are already sold

while playing poker he bets after his fold.

The yellow brick road has turned white due to time

it’s full of holes and scratched surfaces plus a stolen outline

we can’t accept that things change so we call it a crime

so easily accepting one day that road will pay his fine

disregarding the fact that if you have lost your way maybe I’ve lost mine

We place blame on people due to a feeling or radical thought

we don’t learn from the lessons that have already been taught

we don’t remember the battles we have already fought

in a time with so little we take a lot.

Even the world’s most extraordinary civilizations have fallen before

when we know there's nothing left we dig deeper hoping for more

with our leaders in denial an economical and ecological collapse is in store.

Quit trying to spend money you don’t own

stop trying to grow wings when we have already flown

enough of trying to be the first to reach the unknown!

ALL ORIGINAL!!!!!YAY!