GoldenOtter

She dances with shadows, and plays with concepts of words. She flits from dream to dream, and never lingers for the waking. She waves to you, out in the corner of your eye, and beckons you to come out and play. Slide down the dark rainbow, explore the hidden sides of things. Will you remember her in the daylight, or only when the moon chases away the sun from the cloud court? Not believing in her won't make her fade away, clapping won't give her strength. She'll just smile the saddest of smiles-no. That's not her style. She'll blow a raspberry at you, or thumb her nose. And skip off, slipping from shadow to shadow, to find some

Look at all the little gleaming stars drifting down to Earth. Alighting for a moment on the smile of a child. Look at all the- empty spaces in the Milky Way! Where did they all go? What did they become? Look at all the fallen stars... they're hiding in the grass! Once midnight comes they will resume their places as diamonds in the cloak of Night. Twelve tolls of the old town clock! Slowly the stars begin to drift back up. Arise, arise, and arise into the heavens. Sit on a rooftop and watch, this is better than television. The Earth rotates again and Night covers all with her black cloak. The stars fall down from the he

New girl enters the room. Not a single head lifts, Too busy taking a test. She goes to the front of the room... Teacher gives her a seat next to me? Long legs and a short skirt make the guys heads turn, When she walks up the rows. Faint groans of agony are heard, When she sits to my right. Silky black hair falls across the desk. My skin bursts into heat, Longing to feel it tickling my skin. Shy blue eyes Flick up to meet my hazel ones. A world of ice is captured in her eyes, But the promise to melt is clearly within them. A slow smile is mirrored. The teacher has only one test, filled with my chickenscratch, on his desk Othe

“I wish!” vibrated around the audience, followed soon after by the final chord from the pit orchestra. When people began to applause, the actors disappeared offstage, only to appear once more for their final bows. As more and more people appeared onstage, more and more people stood up, accompanying their clapping with an occasional whistle or yell when a favorite character appeared. The narrator of the play kept his bright blue eyes fixated on a specific spot in the audience, even when acknowledging the stage crew and orchestra. His lips were tugged up into a smile when a glasses lens caught the light, winking at him as their owner

Is it any wonder I went deeper and deeper into the green trees? Their branches beckoned to me. Bade me to step from the path, Explore the world beneath their spread. A silent world… No honks, beeps, or buzzes. Just the whispers of the wind through the leaves. Is it any wonder I went deeper and deeper into the green trees? Their branches beckoned to me To cast away my human burdens, To dance in the moss and sunlight. Wonderful, warm, glorious sunshine! And listen in wonder to the pure music of Just the whispers of the wind through the leaves. Is it any wonder I went deeper and deeper into the trees? Their branches beckoned

“Turn up the radio…I need it more than ever now…” The haunting words, sung so sadly and plaintively, made Jude stop in the middle of the hall. He was walking past the auditorium on his way to lunch with his friends Eleanor, Max, Teddy, and Johnny. “Hey Jude, why’d you stop?” That was from Johnny, who had been Jude’s best friend since before kindergarten. Their fathers were best friends in high school, so they kept in contact and their sons grew up like brothers. He wasn’t very smart, but he was so talented on the guitar that when you listened you wept from the beauty of his talent. “Yeah, J

Fog covers the ground, moving through the night. Stars shine brightly down upon the meadow, music Seeming to drift down with their light warmth. A young girl, naive to the world’s harsh love, Dances to the music, unheeding of the soft rain Dripping down from the trees. Peaceful are her thoughts. Kept from sleep by dangerous thoughts The young lad slips out of his bed night after night And walks the empty city streets, unheeding of the acid rain That has eaten away his home. Music Follows after him like a dog follows after his owner from love. Music is the only thing that ever shares its warmth. The sun shines brightly on both

Linda yawned as she turned off the T.V. from her curled up position on the couch, and debated whether or not it was worth it to get up to go sleep in her bed. Ever since they had moved in together her boyfriend, Dylan, was acting peculiarly when it was time to sleep. He refused to let her sleep under the window, even though they were on the second floor of a decent apartment building. Stretching out of her curled up position; she got up and shambled over to the bathroom, taking care of her basic needs before pausing in the door to the bedroom. Dylan was sprawled out on his back under the window. His forearm was pressed against his eyes and h