Moonlight Dream "Poetry Composition"

Moonlight Dream

How does one say how it is to sleep,

Like falling into darkness

Or on a bed of sheep,

To look up at the night's lights

And watch them fade to black,

To feel the blades of green press gently into your back,

To hear the serenade

Of tiny hopping beasts,

To know that they too

Must one day bow to sleep,

You know not what your dream will be

Nor if you'll dream at all

You know you will be missed

And sad sweet dew will fall,

While you float gently into peace

Beneath the moon's sweet call

Brain Squinting "Description"

When you are describing,
A shape, or sound, or tint;
Don't state the matter plainly,
But put it in a hint;
And learn to look at all things
With a sort of mental squint.
~Lewis Carroll

Brief flight

Feathers fly to caress you 

As you float upon the seas

Of the breath of life and nature,

You can taste its gentle breeze,

It fills you with serenity

And you cease to see the end

Of your flight running, racing out of wind,

Your palms stretch out like wings 

Collecting silken feathers in your hands,

And time stands still for you my friend,

You know not when the end will come

But it's rushing fast to greet you

And you know cannot cease its run

So raise your head for one last glimpse of sun.

So I'll be thinking in abstract rhyme for the rest of the night. That's what I get for writing poetry right before I got to bed. Surely I'm not the only one who watches so many British shows that you realize the voice (or voices) in your head is talking in a British accent. Am I the only one who does this? More confirmation of my already confirmed insanity I guess

PS: I seem to be having problems with font/highlighting bugs. I don't know how to fix them so they just get to be an eyesore whenever they pop up. If you have any imput on the subject please let me know!

TTFN! That's tata for now!

Flash Fiction

My teacher couldn't have picked a better blog prompt that flash fiction. I'm so excited! Basically this is going to be the shortest, short story in the short time this shilly blog has ever shtarted (I ran out of sh-words).

But what if I'm glad
That my rhyming is bad?
(Dr Seuss eat your heart out)

I was walking down the street, sun shining, birds singing, when I saw him. It was like the heavens had opened and made a light to shine down on him alone. Everything and everyone else faded away as I looked into his hazel eyes, the light shining through his light brown hair and making him glow. His brow was furrowed as he looked at me, like he'd seen me somewhere before. He shrugged, he must've been imagining it, and walked away. I felt a twinge of disappointment, I was expecting him to feel something too. But as I watched him slowly disappear I knew he was the one. The first boy I would ever kill.

TTFN! That's tata for now!