Poetry Center: Wendy

What takes my flight
To bring the adult to life
So lost in Never-Never Land
Bright future never fell to sight

Followers of Pan
Do so enchant
Call it syndrome or soul
Or emotional toll

She befuddles her goal
Or merely feeds the coals
For her embers never die
And her passion ever-glows

Poetry Center: Tapestry

It's 4:20 a.m.
      and I can't believe people kill themselves


I sit in awe of life
      of learning


they say you learn something new
everyday
today I learned
      I'm a tapestry


Your first love envelops you
   You don't know what to do
      it defines you
      against your will


Once and if you're lucky
    you come out of it & see
    it's not cracked up to be
    what you once thought it was


    So, I'm a tapestry


of experiences had, felt, and seen
    I knew that once,
      a while ago,
before I lost myself head to toe,
    to a fantasy never fulfilled
until my own heart I killed,
    for indulgence of the fancy-free


of fantasy
      & winged things
    of childhood
        it's happiness
    which we oft try to replace


When we find we can't return
    we shadow with a wicked
      turn towards a mask'd man


So I realized no one knows who I am
& sent myself on rebound
    to where I've found


  emptiness, not solace
an empty bottle but
        no happiness
Once one who thought they had it all
    not even money
        or treasure trough,
    but luck and spoils do repent
once you know through life you've spent


nothing
      'til you know yourself
& one can know
        & fall


as I have done so well,


    that mask'd self
          I did sell
Now it's hard to tell
the real true me
        from the date
    If I never say what's true
    am I fooling me
          or am I fooling you?


Now I think I see the truth
    I fooled us both
    and can't see through
      what I've become -
Standing in front of you
    I've found a mirror,
        I'm shining through:
what once was there
      may still be true -
I don't know what to say,
          except Thank You.


Tapestry by Lauren N Bridges is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License.
Based on a work at creativehurricane.blogspot.com.

Creative Writing Story: Global Warming

Here are the results of the first creative writing exercise - A story set far into our future, a future made dark by the sizzling glow of the sun in a time when the ozone layer is mere legend. Here is my version of the creative writing story inspired by our first exercise:

Her teeth glowed like radiation as they flashed between her dark, rough skin as she smiled at me from across the bar. Women seem to find me more attractive than most, and it often brings more frustration than pleasure. My family, coming from the northern Alaskan wilderness, somehow retained a light luster in the skin, a smoother complexion and impressively chestnut locks throughout the generations.

Thus, to find beauty like that of my mother or sisters is rare, especially in the dark covered streets of Washington, D.C. I’m sure the women feel the same, looking at me. I felt a bit of guilt for my impossible standards as it comingled with the disgust that struck as the creature swooped off of her stool and began meandering my way.