Dragonfly, dragonfly
fly on your way.
Dragonfly, dragonfly
live another day.
Dragonfly, dragonfly
why are you here?
This place is so dark.
It fills you with fear.
O dragonfly, dragonfly
I fear for your life.
Your flight,once so careless,
is now filled with strife.
Dragonfly, my dragonfly
live on for me.
I know life is hard,
but soon you'll be free.
Dragonfly, poor dragonfly
they try to pull you down,
but your wings need to fly.
I fear you may drown.
Dragonfly, please dragonfly.
They're toxic and mean.
They'll kill you so quickly.
Things aren't as they seem.
Dragonfly, brave dragonfly
you've started your flight.
You're out of the darknes
Breathing is ragged.
Head is spinning.
You run faster and faster,
but you know she's winning.
As she closes the distance
her voice becomes clear,
whispering your secrets,
and your darkest of fears.
Your energy is waning,
and she's only getting faster,
and you know without a question,
this will end in disaster,
Suddenly there's a grip on your arm,
It's stubborn and strong.
It's all over now.
It's all going wrong.
'Bene-what' (Dean / Reader) by ViviVanGogh, literature
Literature
'Bene-what' (Dean / Reader)
“Bene- who?” Dean sputtered out trying to say the name correctly.
“Ben-e-dict Cum-ber-batch,” you said slowly saying each syllable on its own.
“Ok, Britishguy Funnyname aside, this dude plays Sherlock?” he asked looking at the cover of the Series One case, “and Bilbo plays Watson?”
“Martin Freeman and yes he does. So the whole thing is that it’s the cannon Sherlock Holmes stories but put in modern day London. Just trust me it’s really good,” you smiled. Dean looked at you apprehensively then sighed and pressed play on the remote control to start playing “A St
Pretty blue pills,
shiny in my palm,
the ticket to my peace,
to my eternal calm.
They're so perfectly round,
and soon they'll be in me.
The closest to perfect
that I'll ever be.
They go down so smooth.
Five, ten, fifteen and twenty.
Soon I'll be gone.
Twenty-five and Thirty.
That should be enough,
but I'll play it safe.
Thirty-five and forty.
Now I have no more to take.
The bottle is empty,
as empty as I feel.
None of this is happening,
too good to be real.
But soon I start to drift
into a dark unknown fog.
Somewhere quite distantly.
I hear a muffled sob.
But I blow it off as fake.
Nobody could possibly care.
I doubt anyone's noticed
th
mountain woman, mountain woman,
won't you come down to the river?
where bears sing falsetto groans and wolves stripe their fur in cranberry;
you are bare-footed climbing the grandfather trees, wild-bird paint in your
eyes, prickles under your toenails, and thunder drowns in water below.
raccoon-children with their mischief-hands sleep in your hair and crawl
down your slate-rock nose; skeleton-men along your gorge beneath your
upper lip where sirens would ride their horses along your jawline,
and grey is your wisdom with empty caverns. mountain-man paws his
gravels, sits against the lightning where war-husbands eagle themselves.
yo
Yes, roses are red
And violets are blue
But you have to understand
Who said they had to,
Its about imagination
Emotion and orignality
Not the reiteration
Of dead men's practicality
These words,
They are your sentence
To a world that has to listen
As you create the difference
Whether it be
With angst poem against love
Or how you set your heart free
To fly like a dove,
For these words
Whether or not they be true
Their beauty and ideals
Will be used to define you,
So yes,
Hope ,in fact, has feathers
And like a caged bird it sings
But these words will only be tethers
That strip you of your wings,
Those are their words
Meant for their time
And me
I painted.
You said I'm wasteful.
I sang.
You said I couldn't hold a tune.
I wrote.
You said I made no sense.
I danced.
You said I had two left feet.
I cried.
You told me I was ugly.
I will be amazing one day.
Just to make all of you wonder why you didn't get to know me better.
How many times can you lose it all,
before you never get it back?
How many times can you fall,
till you land with a crack?
I get so close to the end.
So close to letting it go.
But something always seems to mend,
always tells me no.
I want to die,
but I need to go on.
I begin to cry.
I just want this to be done.
So don't keep me here.
It's time to go,
But now I begin to fear,
it's me that says no.
You think you're the star,
Flying way up high.
Nothing can touch you.
You own the sky.
Your colors are bright,
no one shines brighter.
You're number one....
till you go a bit higher.
Farther in the sky,
there are stars that shine true,
and you cannot compare.
You're just little old you.
Those stars are huge.
You'll never compare.
Don't even try.
Don't even dare.
You're small and weak.
They're big and strong.
Your shine is meek,
and theirs is long.
So just give up.
There's nothing to do.
You're not good enough,
yes, it's true.
Wait, no.
It's not true at all.
Those stars may be big,
but keep standing tall.
You're a star too,
no matter th
Teacher teacher, won't you teach me something please,
Teach me what is probable,
Not my possibilities,
Teach me how to think of life
Train me not to dream,
Tell me it isn't worth wondering, if things aren't what they seem,
Teach me just how clever I am, though you don't know all me at all,
Train me to accept government,
And make me learn to answer their call,
Teacher, put a box around my eyes and nail me to my books,
Make me just a another number,
Judged by exam results and looks,
Guide me into the monotony of existence, and waste my youthful days,
Take away my child hood wont you?
Break my foolish ways,
Take imagination