Midnight

Midnight comes, followed closely by the barking of dogs, but hushed again by a shot gun fire. All that is left is the sound of the wind, both kind and unrelenting. Yet there they are, untouched by the gusts that bend even the oldest of trees. How is it that they are so perfect? No man could touch them or match their startling beauty. They are old as the night itself, yet young as a new borns first breath. They are everything we wish to be, and everything we are. Shining brightly, we are so blessed by the universe that allows us to see such things, when most of the time they don't show themselves. We are the lucky few to witness this tonight. A harvest moon, huge and red, would perfect this night, but a bright, white moon is enough. It's casting the purist of lights down on to our twisted world.

I know there are others viewing this. Others that are just as broken as I am. These people are the ones that are seeking a clear mind so they might be able to think straight for a few moments without the wondering of what it would be like to not survive a game of Russian Roulette. Nights like this are stirring enough to quell our troubled minds.

Again sounds fill the air, but this time it comes from my speakers. And in my mind I notice the song push out all of the other thoughts so it is clear. Then, I hear something else... The sound of other lost souls singing with me, wishing away the oncoming rain so that we could watch the beautiful stars dance more. But still the clouds finish filling in, hiding the shining wonders from sight. Along with them comes the rain, which falls like tears from the sky. Sure there are amazing things to be seen when it rains, but I am not going to search for them now. Maybe some other time, but right now, all I want is to watch the stars. Since they are gone now, I think I will go back inside until they return again and the rain has gone.

Wind

He is like the wind to me,

The very air I breathe,

The songs that are carried on the breeze,

Whispers tunes and plays with my hair.

He blows the clouds away,

Bringing the bright beauty and warmth of the sun,

No matter how dark my day.

Gusts that pull me along with them,

Moving towards the light so my day is never dim,

He is also wild like the wind during a storm,

Raging on until he finds the one thing to stop him.

Unstoppable once he truly has his mind set on something.

Powerful enough to sweep you off your feet,

And my heart is his to keep.

He calms me like the wind cools a hot summer day,

He is truly the wing of relief, and it's blowing my way.

He has seen my at my worst,

Broken down, ugly and hurt

Mostly I feel as if I have been broken so badly that I have no hope,

He mends the pieces of me and helps me cope.

The darkness and pain I have seen,

Have caused me to lock away the best part of myself behind a shrouded screen,

At times, it feels as if it is all I can do not to scream,

He has pulled me apart at the seams,

And seen that part I try so desperately to hide.

Yet still he is not afraid to look inside...

I cannot fathom what I have done.

Nothing comes to mind that makes me deserve this kind of love.

As my english teacher says,

We all have an Ultimate Boon.

Mine has eyes that contain a beauty like the moon.

Won't continue or name till I get Feedback

Part 1-- St. Mary's Academy for girls stood large, and intimidating. It's old Gothic design revealed the age of the ominous dark building. The first thing you could see when you approached the building was the cathedral, stained glass windows and all. Like the rest of buildings on campus it was built with dark grey stones. To the left of the cathedral were the academic and athletic buildings. To the right there were the girls' dormatories. Since tonight was a Sunday night, and they all had classes in the morning, most lights were off except for a few. In one of those rooms was Caroline O'Hara. The fair skinned, red headed girl was the one he was after. Just as he climbed the gates, the bells of the clock chimed twelve times, revealing that midnight had just arrived. So far, everything was going as he planned it. The low hanging fog was adding to the ease of her capture. He had been watching her for months. He had only spoken to her once, and that was yesterday evening at the cafe she worked at. She had such a quiet voice despite her obvious scottish heritage. The one thing she did that had made him want to take her in the first place was dance. He remembered walking down the street, hearing the sad, lonely song and looking through the window of the dance studio he was by, and he saw the most beautiful thing. For the next few weeks he sat across the street, drinking coffee and watching her dance. Sometimes the music changed, but the dance her expressions stayed the same. Soon enough, his little crush turned into an obsession. The young male started following her everywhere. After a few days of this, he knew everything about her, or so he thought. He had fallen in love with the fair skinned, freckled, grey eyes redhead. All of these thoughts ran through his mind as he stood at the base of her dormatory, staring up at the light coming through her window. He didn't budge an inch when the window opened and a bittersweet song filled the air. She leaned out and looked up. He let out a sigh of relief that she was looking at the stars and not the ground like she sometimes did. He couldn't take his eyes away as she whispered something into the night and sank back into her room. She left the window open and turned out the light. He waited a few moments before starting to climb the tree. He heard a door open and looked through her window to see her leaving her room. Perfect timing. It was much harder to get through her window than he had thought. With a grunt he dropped to the floor of her room. It wasn't long before he sank into the shadows, pulled up his hood, and waited.

Invisible

I wish I was invisible,
As you make me feel.
Just like I'm not there,
as if I'm not real.
When others do wrong,
I am always the one to blame.
This is only because,
The age isn't the same.
You scream and yell,
never in a direction but mine.
But why dont you see?
It's not always me.
Even though this is true,
I'll stand there and suffer.
Receiving the blame,
That should be for another.
I'll never speak up,
And you'll never know.
Just you wait and see,
who stays and who go's.