World Of Make Believe

Demanding people all around me
Who never can seem to agree
Conflicts here, arguments there
It all gets too much to bare
I want to leave, to escape
Why is everything so full of hate?

It's a long trek and I walk alone
My mind in the glorious world of its own
Thinking about far away lands, with purple skies and rain
The wind hits my face and its winter I blame
Then I wonder what I would feel if a tornado began to blow
And just like that I know what i'm doing when I get home!

Pulling out my pen and paper
All the hope and anger that was for later
As I leave the real world behind
I begin to lose track of time
I let the words flow from my mind to the paper
Given inspiration by the people and nature,

I make worlds of make believe!

Anger, hate, romance, fright
Oh, my God, what to write?
Two warriors against each other could being to argue?
Or a girl waiting for her date at the planned venue?
Maybe a superhero saving the world from an enemy?
Or a group of teens go into house haunted by an entity?


Pulling out my pen and paper
All the hope and anger that was for later
As I leave the real world behind
I begin to lose track of time
I let the words flow from my mind to the paper
Given inspiration by the people and nature,

I make worlds of make believe!


JK Rowling writes fantasy books, Harry Potter against Voldemort
James Patterson writes about crime fighting mortals who takes bad guys to court!
Roald Dahl writes children's books and short stories of wonder and mystery
Everything from books from now to way back in history
Comes from peoples imagination out of the blue
Then are sold as books by the very few.


Pulling out my pen and paper
All the hope and anger that was for later
As I leave the real world behind
I begin to lose track of time
I let the words flow from my mind to the paper
Given inspiration by the people and nature,

I make worlds of make believe!


I sit on my bed and scribble down combinations
Making characters and their conversations
deciding their destinies and final fights
their lowest times and their greatest heights

Stories need a place in life
How can we live without our make believe life?


Pulling out my pen and paper
All the hope and anger that was for later
As I leave the real world behind
I begin to lose track of time
I let the words flow from my mind to the paper
Given inspiration by the people and nature,

I make worlds of make believe!


As i leave the real world behind
I begin to lose track of time

I make worlds of make believe
I write worlds of make believe

To Phobos

I strip away the indolent cower
For fear did not create this tower;
Upon this rock it holds no power;

Over this wild being, restraint
Is not the palette, not the paint -
It will not mar, it will not taint,

Nor will it sacrifice the art
Inside the throbbing savage heart.
But it will be a burning part
Raging against eternal dark.

So bring the metal anvil through,
And let me smash the night in two,
Sheep herd, murmur quick adieus

To foul, troubled winters bleak.
For are storms quiet, are they meek?
Is not mad winter what men seek?

Is this what evolution primed
Year after year, time after time,
That man churn out falsetto mimes,
Whilst tired with his daily grind?

I will rise up, and say this much:
That disappointment cannot touch
Those men who shape their lives in such

Boundaries and chained confines
Which assets grasp and then refine
The future hope for the divine.

But neither can he feel the sun
Of bravery radiant upon
Green fields of dreams that he has spun
That only through action is won.

Undone

Uncoil the yarn, liberate the string,

Half of Kephisos dried up in the spring.  

Undo the cord, relinquish the rope,

Cut callidity from our dearest corpse.

Unravel the wool, tend to the thread -

We strip away our unforgotten dead.  

Random Meetings of a Gent and Lass

Maria was a lawyer,
A good one at that!
Famous around the world,
and she was going to meet President Barack,
For a court case hearing

David wanted to see his friend,
He hadn't seen since school.
To the US, he moved to a new job.
He remember when they were young and cool
But that was so long ago

The plane was on its way out
It's parts were old and worn
Yet the pilot had faith in the aging contraption
that he would fly, a last time, he sworn
Or god help him

Maria heard the announcer say,
that the plane wasn't setting off on time
And although she felt her rage boil
Its wasn't worth committing a crime
And she sat down on the only empty seat

David could feel a presents
Take seat beside him
He turned to see her jaw-dropping complication
But anxiety made her eyes seem dim
yet she was still very beautiful

Maria saw the guy next to her
turn and stare at her face
If she didn't see his goofy smile
she would have pulled out her mace
but found herself begin to talk

They spoke of everything
The reasons for the delay to life
David talked about his friend
While Maria told of her court case strife
Then the plane allowed them to board

Maria and David didn't want to part
So gave each other their phone, email and Skype
Then boarded the plane alone
Maria in 1st and David in standard alike
Wishing they could talk for a little longer

They never stopped talking after that
Weather it was text, calls or mail
One day they actually met again!
When traveling randomly to Australia by sail
And to the first holiday the couple had together <3

Echo System [part 1]

A/N: For my friend; because she bid me to write it.

Karolina - along with the plot we discussed, I also made your alter-ego character a badass. She doesn't smoke though... Also, I'm sorry that this is all I have so far, I'm looking to get the first chapter done over the weekend/next week. ^_^

___________________________

I'm sorry for the times
I killed your dreams
I'm sorry but I leave you here

- Here To Stay

Prologue

Next Stop, Atro City.

“Ms. Bak?”
Karolina's eyes shot open, and she instantly witnessed the silhouettes of two men stood above her. They had invaded the quite sanctity of her cell-like room, and already covered the window which was situated on the wall opposite the door.
“We need you to come with us.”
Trepidation ran through her entire body - what was the reason for all this secrecy. “Why?” Was all she answered.
“We’ll explain everything to you later, but we need your cooperation.” The tattooed man on the left was the one who answered her, he took a step towards her on the bed where she lay, but she recoiled away from him. She jumped from the furniture to back against the wall slowly, grabbing the torch from the bedside table instinctively. In all the movement, the sleeves on her shirt had ridden up her arm slightly, and the branded number on her wrist was easily visible, and the man who had been silent for the past few moments was the one who noticed it. He spoke a few words in a language she didn't understand, all the while pointing toward the scar.
“Enjoying the view?” Karolina retorted after a few moments of silence. She took a second to analyse the men who were keeping her temporarily captive. The man who usually spoke, on the left had both arms tattooed fiercely. Brilliantly drawn claw marks one one side, the snarling face of a wolf on the other. He also hailed a small, black haired mohawk and several piercings in his right eyebrow. The one on the right, however, only shared two similarities with his comrade - the smart grey waistcoats they wore, and the initials WOLF on the right side of their necks.
“Look, Ms. Bak. You can come ride in the car with us, or you can ride behind it. Your choice.” The tattooed monster answered in a disgruntled tone. Karolina weighed her odds; there was no way she could fight off even one of these men alone. A deep growling noise formed in the back of her throat, but only lasted a few seconds.
“There better be alcohol.” She murmured, glaring at the man who had spoken to her, then made her way forward and out of the room. Following the men while they walked, her dark eyes narrowing every time they glanced back at her.

Midnight Nightmare Train

It’s dark and it’s scary
 but don’t you feel lonely,
were screaming, were screaming
but come on in its cosy,

We’ll make room, enjoy the ride!
Do you know Mr. Jackal! Maybe Mr. Hyde?
Don’t you worry we’ll have a blast,
 well If you can run fast.

Mr. Reaper? Yes he’s here.
The pumpkin king? No my dear,
he’s rather busy this time of year
But don’t you worry, now don’t you fret,
good old Jack is here instead.

Try the fudge, or the punch,
it doesn’t look like you’ve had lunch,
Skin and bones, well that wont do,
What will the witches have to brew?

It’s dark, it’s scary
 but don’t you feel lonely,
were screaming, were screaming
but come on in its cosy.

Come join us on the last train down,
your going back to nightmare town,
Now don’t you run and don’t you fret
Or you will truly regret,
and feel many  kinds of pain upon;
 this midnight nightmare train.

(c) C.Devaney