☆⨟ I AM

I am a memory, waiting to be forgotten.
I am a photograph that has begun to fade.
I am the stars that always vanish.
I am the night that melts into day.

I am the wind, that one day, will settle.
I am the sun, that one day, won't shine.
I am the present, without a tomorrow.
I am a flaw, and a waste of your time.

I am the rain, waiting to dry up.
I am a dream, about to shatter.
I am a heart that is already broken.
I am a life that no longer matters.

I am a flower, that one day will wither.
I am the hope that soon will be lost.
I am the summer that melts into winter.
I am a snowflake, ephemeral frost.

I am the yesterday, that's always changing.
I am the future, unwritten in stone.
I am the salty tears of the ocean.
I am an angel, without a home.

I am a woman, that cries out for mercy.
I am a demon that prays in the dark.
I am the musician that plays no music.
I am an ember, a fire's last spark.

I am a child, afraid to look forward.
I am a man, afraid to look behind.
I am a feather, that keeps on flying,
I am the darkness that melts into light.

I am the knowledge that has been rejected.
I am the cloud that brings forth rain.
I am a goddess that heeds destruction.
I am the one, that cries for your pain.

I am a slave, torn away from freedom.
I am a bird, caught in a golden cage.
I am the poet, lost without rhythm.
I am a reader, who can't turn a page.

I am a flute, that sings of peace.
I am a child that sees what is true.
I am a product of this earth’s nature.
I am what makes the sky azure blue.

I am a statue whose beauty is broken.
I am a tongue that doesn't shed lies.
I am the water that cleanses your spirit.
I am a person that doesn't yearn to die.

I am an arrow, shot by cupid.
I am a lonely spirit in the forest.
I am the song that needs no singing,
I am a ghost finally put to rest.

I am your conscience, making you weary.
I am your mind, making you dream.
I am the voice in your ear, whispering.
I am the fear that makes you scream.

I am all that is broken.
I am the black in a raven's eye.
I am a dream that lingers forever.
I am the limit found beyond the sky.

I am a dancer, yet without a partner.
I am the sorrow, without dismay.
I am the happiness that lurks in the shadows.
I am a dog that has gone astray.

I am a believer that believes in nothing.
I am a baby that no longer cries.
I am the taste of honey on your lips.
I am a person that has touched the sky.

I am a novel, yet without an ending.
I am a red rose caught in full bloom.
I am a daffodil that grows in winter.
I am a temple encrypted with runes.

I am a spider caught in its own web.
I am a remnant of something once warm.
I am a wolf that no longer howls.
I am the bird that sings in the morn'.

I am a book that hasn't been opened.
I am a quill that no longer writes.
I am a leaf that keeps on changing.
I am an owl that glides through the night.

I am a dreamer, caught in her own world.
I am a thorn can that rip you apart.
I am a nightmare, something left unspoken.
I am the promise for a broken heart.

I am the daughter of Athena.
I am the goddess of my own fate.
I am the one with power.
I am someone who draws lines for hate.

I am the snow of the dreary winter.
I am the spirit of gentle spring.
I am the heat of radiant summer.
I am a bird that in autumn sings.

I am an artist, without a paintbrush.
I am a dreamer without a fantasy.
I am a poet without inspiration.
I am the evil found within beauty.

I am the dove and I am the raven.
I am someone that can fly with tattered wings.
I am the one with power to keep on going.
I am someone who lives with old dreams.

I am the product of an untold story.
I am the past hidden in the new.
I am the future hidden in the forlorn.
I am the dark star that calls to the few.

I am the fire that looms within you.
I am a figment of your mind.
I am a riddle without an answer.
I am a maiden that is out of time.

I am a flower rejected by nature.
I am a woman with no regrets.
I am a photograph that is fading.
I am a memory you will forget.

☆⨟ DUST

All was silent through the house, except for the soft clattering of fingertips gliding across the abused keyboard. The screen glared at a single male directly in the face, illuminating over his features, as if baring him of all his flaws. Why he was up, only few knew the reason. Soft, dark locks flowed over the pale complexion that was his skin. The messy, chestnut strands layering over his sleepless eyes. Pastel blue orbs abruptly closed in reaction, only to reopen once more. Boredom engulfed him. There wasn't much to do at the moment, though there never was much to do. Life seemed to be going down the same old slope ever since she left him. Joshua sat there, tapping away at the keys, wishing for what would never be, and hoping for what would never become. Reality was too cruel, but the beating of his heart was worse. 

She was a temptress, Joshua knew this all too well. A siren that just kept luring him in, even if it was to his own death. Yet, he still couldn't seem to break the fragile strings that she held over him. He dangled like a puppet; waiting for his master to twist her mischievous fingers into what funny little dance he would perform next. No matter how embarrassing, Joshua was  good little puppet and fulfilled everything her devious heart desired. They say love is blind, but it wasn't until his eyes were gouged out by the very one he trusted did he believe those words. His companions had spoken to him before about the dire situation. "Don't let yourself go," they said. "Are you sure that she's not interested in someone else?" they continued. "Let her go!" they stated. Did he listen? Of course not. 

Kelly was her name; the most beautiful figure he had ever laid his eyes on. When she walked, his breath caught in his throat, his world seemed to stop. Her long luscious hair was like silk against his cold fingertips. A mere brush with her supple skin would send him in a spiral of heat. He could still remember her pink, plump lips curling around his earlobe to whisper words of love into his blushing ear. 

Kelly wasn't exactly what one would describe as a friendly soul. Anyone could tell by the glare she gave many students that she saw herself superior. She was someone who could not be tied down by any man, woman, or beast. Kelly's spirit roamed freely around the school with multiple minions at her command. Time and time again she would lure another pathetic soul with her wicked smile and her fake promises of relationships to come. Her acting would send anyone spiraling into a twist of tears or a crack of smiles. It all depended on what her bipolar mind was cooking up at that moment. She snagged men with the hook of her finger, letting it drag across their sensitive necks, towards their chest until it circled around their naive heart. At first it was a delicious feeling, like a cool spring breeze on a humid summer's night. However, as unpredictable as Mother Nature, she turned even the most beautiful day into a shower of tears. With the same death grip she had on her prey she pried herself inside the walls of their hearts, breaking each part, bit by bit. Kelly enjoyed the sight of her victims squirming and begging. She liked it when they pleaded to satisfy her with armfuls of gifts and attention. 

She couldn't stand not being the center of attention. She was a vicious woman with looks to kill and an attitude to control. Of course, someone of her nature had an envious beast that thrashed inside the very depth of her soul. The jealousy would erupt inside her like an unexpected volcano and she would wear and tear the source of her agony as soon as she saw them. She would give the cold shoulder; roll her eyes; suck her teeth, everything in her power to cause as much traumatizing, psychological damage possible. She would keep this act up until she received a suitable apology. Kelly made it perfectly clear that they would have to work their way to her. She was not the type to run after them; rather she made them run after her. She knew all too well that the ones she caught in her booby traps were doomed to imprisonment. Kelly held the key to the electric, barbwire collar that her various pets wore. They belonged to her and only her. That was how it always was with the queen of vixens, and yet no one ever dared to question such a vicious cycle. Those unfortunate enough to be ensnared by her tricks were sentenced to a depression so deadly it would cause their world to shatter into dust. 

TBC..