Hungry World:

The world is destuctive,
It will come at you with fierceness,
It will come at you like a hawk,
It will try and make a humongous mess,

The world can be sad,
Some people work to see a frown,
They tear you down for a muse,
Only to see you tumble and fall down,

The world can be mad,
They can attack you with knives,
Attack you with words,
And not want you to be alive,

But the world I see,
Is one that stand alongside you,
Because all of this is on the outside looking in,
And the amazingness of when you love me too.

The Point:

I am a pencil worn through 1000 pages of writings,
A knife used for 1000 years,
A book without a twist full plot,
A damp cloth to cover my tears,

I am diabetic drowning in candy,
A fighter punching myself in the face,
A singer without any vocal chords,
A pilot afraid of my flight's pace,

I am a writer without any good grammar,
A Vampire afraid of the dark,
A bomber twitchy to loud sounds,
An archer who can't hit their mark,

Some days I'm pointless,
Sometimes there doesn't seem to be a reason,
But throughout the emotions all around,
You are the sun through the tough seasons.

Zion's Wish:

The nights that stood fast,
Ones carried on with guiding lights,
Bright stars holding our faint hopes,
Breathing colors through our sights,

The stars blew violently still,
The whites and blues covered the sky,
The darkness seemed to wage on,
Yet the darkness was light in disguise,

The light was held against its will,
Holding back what those knew little,
The strong grew during these times,
And the weak became much more brittle,

The stars moved side to side,
Hidden beyond the horizon,
Knowing that our futures came bright,
That would lead us to our own Zion.

Yesterday:

The past haunts well,
Breathes fire from it's nostrils,
Following us with every step,
Seeking desperately for a thrill,

We halt silently for remembrance,
Falling onto ways unsought,
Finding love in dark corners,
Bringing times that have fought,

Nights were cold,
Chillier than winter's breeze,
We walk hard fought,
But life puts us all on freeze,

Days have come and gone,
Yet life draws into the darkness once more,
Bringing in destruction to due cause,
But the end has much more in store.

World's Demise:

The lands of time dipped slowly down,
The corridor held fast beyond my grasp,
The birds chirped overhead,
Yet all I could feel was to be utterly last,

The world tumbled past the night sky,
The sun bore into the side of this Earth,
The times let my honor loose,
And my sorrows gave birth,

The ghosts of my past saw deep in me,
They looked with great disbelief,
Yet all I could muster was a sigh,
And all that caught me was a leaf,

My eyes fell down through the ground,
The worries came and went,
The world laughed at my loss,
And my life was all but spent.

Zoner, Chapter Three:

I slowly walked to the bathroom, dazed and deep in thought. I finally got there, not before smashing into the walls a couple times from dizziness. I hesitated at first, but then I looked up towards the mirror. And to my dismay, the wound was real. The gash was about an inch wide. Not too deep though, fortunately. It took me a while to get the bandages, and decided to take a nice warm shower. The water felt amazing. Like hot cocoa during monstrous snow storm. I was washing my body like normal, until I came across a weird shape below my right breast. It looked like a tattoo, but none that looked like mine. Was not there before I fell asleep. Did not look new either, seemed over a year old. I stepped out of the shower and wondered to myself. How can I get a tattoo without feeling it? Without any tranquilizer? Last night gets more mysterious as the day goes on.  Not much I can do, except roll with these punches and see how this weirdness keeps happening. I cleaned off my newly acquired wound. Hurt like heck. Stung about as bad as a hundred bee stings, while you are flailing your arms about with vigor. I slowly ambled out of the bathroom, holding myself up with the wall as much as possible. I finally got to my room, and saw a note on the door. It read;

Dear Sandra, I know this will be late, but I hope that you will come back one day. George and Saint misses you. I know you will be back whenever you want, but know that your room will always be kept off limits. It's the least I can do. 

Sincerely, Paul. 

I stared at the note for what seemed like hours, but must have only been a minute or two. Because the next thing I know is a bear smacking into the side of my knee, buckling my from under. I hit the ground, hard. Luckily, I had that bear to fall onto. Gave me a big fat smooch on my face too. The bear, was George. He's a mixture of a Huskie and a Rottweiler. He is big, furry, and has the biggest blue eyes a dog could muster. I petted his soft fur generously. 

"I missed you too bub."

I told George while studying his body language as closely as I could. He seemed to think that I was gone for months, rather than hours. Although dogs are like that. So I didn't ponder too much on that idea anymore. Cannot be right, hours Sandra. Only way. I heard some tussling at the door, keys. I heard the bolt unlock, and a shady tall individual came through the door. 

Paul, who was seven years older than I am, is about six foot three. Could have probably played for a basketball team if he truly wanted to. Tall, and muscular. His clothes fit tightly around him, but he never seemed out of breath. He was my roommate, the only friend from my childhood. His parents were friends with mine, but they all died in an airplane accident going to Kenya for a church convention. Or something like that. I barely remember their faces, all lost with time itself. Only thing I had from them, was their memory and a dinky piece of wood that my father always seemed to carry around with him. Or at least that's what Paul told me. It had carvings on them. Looked like tribal marks. But I could not truly tell without knowing what they meant. 

Paul came through the door carrying groceries and Chinese by the looks of it. Once he turned and saw me, his jaw dropped to the ground. If it was made of steel, it would have went all the way through the foundation. We're only on the tenth floor. 

"How...?" 

He muttered while looking puzzled. 

"But you... You are here?"

His puzzled looked intensified. I took a small step closer to him, trying not to seem like a zombie wanting his brain. 

"Why so confused?" 

I asked.

"I was only asleep all night."

I could not help it, I had to let out a chuckle. Paul, he could get confused by first grade math. 

"No..." 

He said quietly. 

"You have been gone longer than that..."

"What? How long then?"

I asked with an eyebrow raised, I emphasized it a bit. Mocking Paul as much as I could. 

"You have been gone for five months Sandy.. It has not been easy.."

He seemed like he choked on those words. 

"Huh? That cannot be right Paul."

My eyes got a little wider. My voice was starting to sound like his. 

"You heard me, Sandy. You were just gone, poof. And now you are finally back."

He handed me the paper he had tucked under his arm. I read the front page, the date. August 23rd. He was right. My eyes grew wider. 

"How... But I was only asleep..?"

I stammered, trying to keep myself up by leaning onto the wall. I slowly let myself go to the floor. I needed some time. Time to think this through. 

"What? What do you mean?"

Paul asked with his own eyebrows doing a jittery dance. I told him what had happened to me. He stared at me more. 

"Sandy, I think we need to take you to the doctor."

"I'm fine."

I protested even. Though my head was throbbing even more now that it started thinking again. 

"No, I think it is for the best. You are hurt, and it could have effected your mind some."

I laughed. 

"No way, I am not any different from when I fell asleep last night."

His gaze stayed steady. He started to put the groceries away. 

"Even so.. You need a real bandage, and some medicine."

I rolled my eyes. I never had any good moments with doctors. Seems like that saying whatever can go wrong will. That is the case, but on a larger scale. Which is no joke. I stepped on a scale once and it broke. Not because of being overweight, because I have never been my entire life. Always thin, even as a kid. No being chunky for me. No cuteness. Things just happened like that. MRIs, we will not get into that one. You can image. 

I sighed, and stared at the door while slowly getting back onto my feet. 

"Fine, just to prove to you that I am fine. We will go."

"Good. We will go now."

He helped me to my feet fully, the walked me out the door. And one step closer to the doctor's office. 

Zoner, Chapter Two:

First I'd like to say something, before this animal decimates my body into shreds. One, what happened to the cool Arizona breeze of the desert? Two, how did I get fully dressed out of my pjs? Three, where the heck was I? Tons of questions. And the only thing intent on giving some answers, was this snarling of a beast. Well, looks like I'll have to survive if I even want to know. 

The menace of a beast leaned closer, slowly creeping an inch closer with each protruding step of a paw. He was big, not humongous or anything. But he was frightening. Came up past my hip in height, and his snout looked to be almost two feet long. Teeth were white with a hint of flesh still stuck in between each tooth. His growl heightened with each beat my heart took. His hind legs crouched, ready to spring. His tail stiff, the spring ready to burst. Then a whistle came through the vague horizon. The wolf peered over it's shoulder, winced. And gave me a grave stare, before disappearing in a nearby forrest. I let out a sigh. But before I could fully relax. A man stepped out from a tree from the opposite direction as the wolf left. I almost leapt into the air. But was grounded by realizing that it was only a man, and a man alone. He took two steps closer to me. Smiled, and said in a feverish voice. 

"You're welcome, lady."

Then he simply plopped onto the ground before I could thank the man. 

Zoner: Chapter One

The winter chill of the air brushed slowly on some nearby trees. The birds were long gone, probably the smarter of the bunch. I had awoken to goosebumps on my cold skin. And slightly irritated that Paul left the window open, again. But when I opened my eyes, I saw a different surprise. I was in the middle of a field, fully dressed and drenched. I wasn't in the sweet comfort of my own bed anymore. At least whoever; or whatever, happened gave me a coat, a scarf, and boots. I had previously haven't owned a pair since I was six. But these were the EXACT same pair that I had owned, but obviously larger. 

Cars drive by as I was making myself to a warmer place, preferably with a fire. But I didn't get three miles before a lovely driver hit some slosh into my unprotected face, which in turn made me lose my balance and fall. And I fell, hard. At least the snow had caught my fall, and made me even wetter than I already was. If that was even possible. 

"Jerk!" 

I screamed directed at the driver, with no avail. My day was turning into an interesting one. 

"What else could go wrong?" 

I muttered to myself. But hasn't anyone told you the importance of never say or think that? Because it'll always prove you wrong. Next thing I know, I heard a growling coming behind me. Hoping it was just my stomach, I turned around. But nope, it was a wolf or a coyote. Whichever it was, it was hungry. Starving. And I looked like an oven roasted turkey. 

Happy Mess:

The peppy tune heard overhead,

The leaves skipping to a lovely beat,

I saw free kids at play with plenty of smiles,

And I thought, "Boy, isn't that neat?" 

The tune played vigorously through the day,

The sun shined down from the clear blue sky,

There wasn't a fellow who had a frown,

Their smiles glowing without a try,

The world spun upside down,

Yet the curves stayed the same,

I skipped to the beautiful sound,

Because happiness finally came,

I soared high above with the birds,

Flowing so swiftly, and gently too,

I had finally found my guiding flock,

And how you appeared right on cue,

You flew beside me,

Not just by nature, but by choice,

My life has never been the same,

And for that, I rejoice. 

Last Day:

There was this man,

This man was looking for his last day,

He searched high and low,

But he couldn't find it through his dismay,

He lived every day searching,

His life beginning to look bleak,

His last day nowhere to be found,

Even when he searched every single peak,

This man fought long and hard,

Waiting on his long awaited last day,

But one day he saw a glimmer,

A light to show him his longing way,

Today was his last day,

The last day of pain,

The last day of his sorrows,

And the last day of his vain,

His smile etched from side to side,

And his joys became numerous,

He saw to his last day,

Because he was finally joyous,

His last day had finally arrived,

And she had also begun anew,

The last days of the evil had ended,

Because his last day, was you. 

Fluttering Flight:

The world sat there motionless,

The waters swayed back and forth,

The mountains blew their cold smoke,

As the green grass gave birth,

The darkness sat in,

The sun ran away desperately,

The birds hid in their perched branch,

And the whales dug far beneath the sea,

The snow covered the still silence,

I sat near as I heard a bird call my name,

A lion approached across the field,

But never once did I become lame,

The bird flew high above,

Calling out the lion's every move,

I followed closely as I became one,

The bird should've been stored away in the Louvre,

The elegance, the beauty,

I watched as I saw her spread her wings,

The sight of her kindly kindled heart,

Oh, and the way she sings?

The night was dark,

But hope always hid away,

Days can drag on,

But this heart was here to stay. 

The Pesky Flight:

There's a time when the waves would clash, 

A head will fight and bash,

But they all come alike,

And ever be in delight,

A wave does not flow soft,

It fights every current,

It blasts it's engines to full,

And fires it's worthy warrants,

A wave does not tip toe into the waters,

It flows fully without a thought,

It stays faithful to the lonely rocks,

And keeps from ever being bought,

The lives come quick,

The waters comes very soft,

But alas, it slows to an end,

The seagulls were freshly aloft.