TheFinalDraft

In the middle of march She's been waiting for this year to come Waiting for her to free you from this cold She knows that you suffering from this horrible cold And you can’t take this anymore She start singing & dancing to unleash her power With her magical spring power deep within her her hand She will put at end to the wintery nightmare The flowers are blooming The animals are awake from their long winter slumber The weather is warming up The ocean,the river & the sea is melting After her mission is done She spread her wings & fly away The lady of spring will come back another day & another year

 We met on an art website—you, me, and the Sprout. Thing is, the Sprout and I didn't really care about art. Only you did. But when I looked online for a school art project and found you two bickering about something pointless in the comments of a picture that had nothing to do with any of us, I signed up for the site solely for the purpose of telling you two to shut up and take it to someone who cares. So you sent me your Skype contact. I expected you to start the conversation with arguments or even flirtation, but instead you just asked me how my day had been, as if we'd always been friends and you were just greeting me on a lone

Is there a finer thing than truth? Something more valuable than the absolute? What of beauty or comfort? Answer me this. I need to know. I hear talk that some things are best left unknown, But that which is unseen and unheard cannot be fine. If I am wrong please explain. I strive to make sense of what I see And this leaves me shot down by those who tell me "Why does it need to be explained? It is beautiful." Is there something wrong with my brain? A constant need to analyse, And explain away the mystery Until nothing remains but grey. Why does this excite me? Killing fiction and destroying dreams. Am I the only one?

Living by the light of the Moon, The silver sun lights up my day And all that was shadows shines, Giving concrete a silver sheen. In the ocean of my eye, the moon, And then I turn away. To shadows I turn once more, and embrace them As a child would embrace kind mother. From the silent cityscape I wander, Into the rolling hills of emerald. I stand atop the high, jeweled dune Crowned by an ancient stone cairn. I sing and dance to silent applause. Atop this mound I dance for the stars And sing for the void as it carries My voice off, into the vast eternity. I know not the tune that I sing, And it matters not at all. Happiness Overcomes me as

The crackling of fire and screams of men Greet my ears as the skies glow orange With the flames of chaos illuminating The night. I watch as the gangs rip apart civility And warlords rise from the ashes With society crumbling like a ancient Sepulcher. Cadavres line streets soaked in blood And the charred remains of politicians Still scream to the indifferent cosmos Silently. The smell of destruction is in the air As the world as we know it falls into ruin With the dreams of the young and hopes of The old.

One day I'll go back to that house I'll carry my hand along the stone wall And stand by the tree you've never saw And with my fingers, trace our names Unlike us, This still remains

The space between the clouds in the sky is slant rhyme. But the sky is a parched paper like this sheet of sand on which I try to make poetry of things that were once mine. The cheer of a chuckle, the joy of the rain, trickle, on my cheek, it’s all gone. Now it’s acid. Falling on my skin, burning memories of me and her dancing, feet tapping, hands clapping. But it’s time I face it. My hand fitting perfectly in his, my lips giving shape to an eternal kiss, my mind swinging in bliss, as I taste the waters of the fountain of youth Spending time on a little tête-à-tête in a phone booth. No. For a gentleman, I get

I walked in my room dripping in gold A ruby carpet led me in; In my hands, the ultimate treasure I hold. Its pleasure, someone told, in no measure can it be sold. But I just bought it. Now I sit on my throne Tasting beads of emerald, drinking diamonds- Still,sparkling and cold. Embedded with crystals, my tongue I fold; As if feeding divine honor into my soul. They’re all decorated on a platinum plate, must be fate Because unlike rich men, I die with the riches inside of me.

Limitless skies in the North, overlapped by overwhelming kindness. Down below,the ocean of patience and care; Forever there… Love shining in the the East, and Tender touch of council ensuring the rest in the South. And indelible truth and hope enveloping the West. A living being could ask for nothing more. For all you give, and nothing that you take, For all the sacrifices you make and for all that you put in stake. Between dreams and reality, I avail my imagination to express my never dying gratitude. For you, dear mother, are, my World.

Sitting amongst papyrus scrolls, illuminated by the moon, Djehuty is contented as he absorbed the primitive symbols With each painted hieroglyph carving an elaborate portrait In the unendingly comprehending mind of the great ibis. The sound of the sand as it buffetted the great fortress With his precious documents protected only by silk curtains Shining silver in the pale light of Khnums mighty charge, Yet Thoth pays no mind for he has knowledge to acquire. No minute detail is too inane as every morsel he devours. Mortals, the most interesting of creatures and storytellers Beyond comparison can teach even learning himself, Telling tales of f