The sky is black as the ocean’s heart,
Yet a flash of light rejects defeat.
Not brought on by the clouds and rain,
He flashes for the heat.
The summer smiles a half-moon smile,
While the fireflies slowly dance.
Twirling, flickering, while crickets play,
Sweet tunes of June’s romance.
The brooks and streams have slowed their pace,
Relaxed and singing quiet songs.
The stars begin to wake up now,
Emerging in excited throngs.
A flash of light appears again,
How he does love to dance,
With streams, and stars and fireflies,
And sweet tunes of June’s romance.
Posted by Shyannah on July 20, 2012
Untamed lands and fearless wonder,
Lightning bolts and roaring thunder,
Wild winds that cry into the night.
Tempted fate and fierce illusion,
That builds into a strong conclusion,
Soon to come into the realm of sight.
Flaming suns and glowing stars,
Mystery healing the deep scars,
That you get from daring to believe.
And when you venture out again,
To live among the world of men,
You cling to all the things they can’t conceive.
No holds barred on imagination,
Dreams are born from stimulation,
Of the hearts ability to love.
You find that everything worth while,
Is not found in pomp and style,
But comes from when you strive to rise above.
And sometimes you can hold your own,
Better when you stand alone,
So I wouldn’t let the mocking people sway you.
For I know that all existing,
You’ll find if you keep persisting,
So don’t let a single thing delay you.
Life can be the ultimate wonder,
When you bury, six feet under,
All the things you know that hold you back.
Get a move on, life’s not waiting,
Don’t you just sit there debating,
Take you dreams and passions off the rack!
Posted by Shyannah on May 18, 2012
I am your worst fear. I am a dream come true.
I hold the secrets in every thought, in all you say and do.
I can break you down into a devastated mess,
Or I can raise you up to reach the highest of success.
I can sweep you in my arms, but I fear that you don’t know,
That the moment you stop holding me, that’s when I let you go.
I can unleash bitter torment or beckon peace to heal,
No matter what it is you think I am, you can know that I am real.
I can show you all the very things that you don’t want to see,
And angle them the way I do, so they change drastically.
Oh, but don’t you trust me to keep your heart from feeling pain,
But I do promise that through it all I’ll be there to explain.
I’ll never say you won’t be afraid, for in fact, I terrify.
But if you give me second chances, I swear I’ll make you fly.
I am a door that opens to all portals big and small,
But I am prisoner just to you, who holds the key, that locks them all.
They glory in my name. Each desires to claim my wealth.
I am rarely desired, and sometimes revert, to a means of random stealth.
Still I am locked from all the people who are terrified of me.
Within your heart, you hold the key…I am discovery.
Posted by Shyannah on April 27, 2012
To a dreamer, reality is just a stabilizing myth,
Security for those who fear the passion dreams come with.
Illusion and disillusion, both are visions, but you see,
One is based on what you want, the other on possibility.
Who determines what is real, and what makes up reality?
Is it composed of facts and science, the things the eye can see?
If so then what of miracles and love and sacrifice?
For things like that somehow I think the facts just won’t suffice.
A dreamer paints reality with possibilities,
And lives to see beyond the self imposed realities.
We tell ourselves we must accept, it’s just the way things are,
When fear and not reality forbids that wishing star.
Even reality changes from one person to the next,
Adapted by majority as an acceptable pretext.
Reality is truth I’ve heard some people make that claim,
When in fact one never changes, and one never stays the same.
What you believe determines your personal precept,
Because you choose the things you conquer and those that you accept.
But in truth the only difference between dream and reality,
Is one chooses to be contained, and the other to be free.
Posted by Shyannah on April 17, 2012
I am the darkness that broods in evil. I make the righteous shine.
I am the voice that calls to all, but I am what so few find.
I am a weapon. I am a healer. I am a mystery that you must solve.
I am the ultimate revealer, around me good and evil revolve.
I am a guide to the soul. I bring heartache and I bring laughter.
In the very hearts of men, I am despised and sought after.
I am able to bring both peace and war. I am cruel and I am kind.
I am sober, priceless treasure that too few seek to find.
I am cursed and I am loved. I am a prison. I am the key.
More lies are told in my name, than ever you could see.
Many good things are not true, and yet many bad things are.
I can cause a painful wound. I can heal the tender scar.
I am full of sorrow and full of joy. I am what I’ll always be.
I am what nothing can ever destroy. I am in the one who seeks me.
I am as timeless as the very stars. I am in the youngest youth.
I am sharper than any two-edged sword. By your name, I am Truth.
Posted by Shyannah on April 14, 2012