My Dance

I flew across the room On feather like feet.  Twirling, whirling, leaping Reducing all my stress. 
Exhaling all my anger. Dancing out my hate. Depleting all my regrets  As I prance around.
Filling my self with joy. Breathing in possibilities. Understanding life. Refreshing my tiered body.   
By Evelyn Creon

"Hidden yet seen" prompt #4

Here we go again with another prompt.

Prompt #4 "I'm free but bound, seen yet go unnoticed. Discovered but not uncovered. Unarmed yet at arms. Read  but go unread. Deadly but weak.  Hurt yet unharmed. I can explain but know nothing. I can talk yet none hear. Misunderstood and confused. The language I speak is so complex that few understand. I could say something and everyone would look at me funny. I stay quite because of the fear that I'll be misinterpreted. I put up walls no one can brake. I hide my feelings deeper that deep. Bared away so no one can get to me. Behind walls of steel and bones. Emotions unravel when no one around. I keep to myself  because of my fear. This I how I cope with life in every shape and form."

He looked at me in shock. I shrugged my shoulders.
What else was I supposed to do or say? I certainly wouldn't lie to him. I told him the truth because he asked. When some one asks me why I'm shy or why I don't talk as much as I would lik…

You hold my hand

Soft and sweet a beauty  of none other than you.  The one who holds my hand and always will  through good times and bad. By Evelyn creon

Once child's play

Deep in the forest of the unknown  Sits a tree that once was a throne. Covered with dew from last nights clouds; It blankets it's head and moisten the ground. 
This place long ago enchanted, By wood fairies from everywhere; By name know "Castle of June"  Where the fairy queen sat for many moons.   
This once enhancing fairy like place,
A place I often liked to roam.
Empty it now sits and has.
The fairies ne'r returned for many years.

Even though I'm old and now am gray,
I'll he's forget my childhoods play;
Where I pretended to be
A fairy queen in search for her king.

By Evelyn Creon

Monstrous place

High above the misty mountains  Beneath the creeping, looming sounds. Hideous monsters prowl around, In a grim, gruesome battleground.
A lethal monstrous place to roam For any human that I know.  You'd never make it out alive Unless you know the Shiverouse tribe.
The Shiverouse you can not trust; Bury you while you still converse,  And if you become their ally Yes, even then, you still might die. 
If you did make it through alive  You'd wander quite how you survived. The Shiverouse tribe has wiped you brain, So that others you might not train. 
This place will haunt you all your life, Bringing nightmares each day and night.  No one that lives is e're the same Once they've stepped foot in that dreadful place. 
By Evelyn Creon

Summer Storm

The trees are gently shaking
Ask the sky's grow quite dull;
Cloud formations now appear.

Now quickly coming toward us,
A chill runs through the air.
Storm rains are coming through.

The wind takes over control
As the earth gets battered,
By rain from up above.

Painful and sharp are the drops;
Thunder claps overhead;
Lighting makes the ground tremble.

Rain has evaporated;
Thunders all depleted;
Lighting is disappearing.

Temperatures are rising now.
Dying down is the wind;
So still, the trees have become.

Sun brakes through misty landscapes
With rays of goldenness;
East wind pushes clouds westward.

Where sunbeams do hit the ground,
Raindrops all do glisten
In splendor for all to see.

Slowly trees begin to drip;
Puddles drain all away;
The sun shines though all the day.
By Evelyn Creon

Unending pain

I scarcely know what to do  I'm lost in to much pain.  A pain that never a seems to fade  Or disappear at brake of day.
By Evelyn Creon