ForeverFox

 A warm tear dribbles down my cheek and onto my fallen stack of books. I kneel down, not purposefully, but having been shoved to my knees with no other choice. An incomprehensible mass of insults shower me. I dutifully stack the entire contents of my locker and walk on. If they knew my story, would they act differently? As alone as I always was, it never contented me. Though I’d acquainted myself quite well with social eviction, and the oblivion it awarded to its patrons, I still had had trouble applying the words to me. I was an outcast, an extradite. Since my recent compliance, I’d also figured a makeshift way to fix all of thi

Can't the gulls find the shore when lost in unharbored sea; or waves caress a kingdom high assassinating king and queen? Never give in or surrender up what once you treasured near, and never lose grace to save face or say what others want to hear.

Yours is the chance of millions from grace and gift of holy might: a life of opportunity with road signs that all turn right. No one can hold you back now, with your head so high I'm not sure- how you don't breathe in the clouds of become distracted by their lure. Your feet, though, are firmly left humbly upon the dirt, barefoot like you aren't anything in the sharp rocks; doesn't that hurt? But, oh, opportunist enthusiast, you never miss a beat. You guide a herd straight to prey. You bring to the ocean a daring fleet. Oh, you should of optimism, you smile every chance you see. I'd even take up grace and follow your path of hopeful mortal

these days are numbered little one and soon they're sure to go because every autumn took the leaves as winter brought the snow we dance to the merriest of songs most innocent of calls tis childhood the adventure we partook and now times stole it all. but never fret my dear when you stare down the clock ever tick we've absorbed is ripened to its tock and every little game we brought down from overhead gave memories we stored away and later took to bed now childhood is the name and we all must play right and fair soon all these little things will be left behind and we'll be too grown up to care...

A thousand little thoughts of you are drifting in my veins, a thousand little thoughts of you pour down each time it rains. And every little thought of you is like a tiny knife, for if you dare remove it, you’d also steal my life. Those numerous thoughts of you- they are a flower’s petals. Those treasured thoughts of you- they are a champion’s gold medals. And when I’m lost, I’m afraid and can’t stand up alone all I have are thoughts of you that help me make it on my own. And every simile and every metaphor, doesn't barely scratch the surface so I’ll say it like before. A thousand little thoughts of

Once I climbed a barren tree and sought the word of God; ready was I for miracles from lighter feet to trod. Asked a question, once or twice, and waited for reply but sodden was my heavy heart when in silence did I lie. So left the tree after a thought, and sought then a poppy field, where somewhere in its orange hues a savior it might yield. Then screamed out into the wind a voice soon whisked away and sat in grass without acknowledgement that day. Next morning when I did awake, I saw such brilliant light, bright and beautiful after a very tearful, lonely night. Bathed in simple strands of gold and lovely warmth I knew could only be the wor

breath by breath a life is formed from dirt and stolen ribs encase a frail heart some dismal thought then reality this minute point from which to start begin together in paradise part of him is I, tethered now to oh this gorgeous place of all first life oh this wonderland of all things new theres nothing wrong in our forever life with no acknowledgement of death be saturated by temptation given the fear of a final breath began together in paradise part of him is I, but broken in two oh this abomination of life oh this scary place of all things new

Petals overflown with potent nectar fill our lungs with a promising sweet that washes over our youthful bodies and tickles and tittles our feet. A sky of blue expands above and we content ourselves in its lure- cooing at each cloud; marveling in the azure. Finger fondly sewn together, like a quilt displays the past. A friendship built on memories has a foundation built to last. A tuft of white becomes as cat; another cloud becomes a dove. Laughter evokes imagination...and a deeper feel of love. Fights have made us stronger- together,  our cuts have healed. Now in a safe memories remain lovingly stored and sealed. Like the day we watched