Yesterday Laughs, Tomorrow Cries

I brought them all with me. Most of them knew, others wondered. We walked a long road, down a street no one knew, in a town no one lived. A place where the wind laughed, cackled, the trees reached up to the sky with the hands of skeletons long sense forgotten. The fear of of some created a mist, cold and lonely, lined with the stories of their families. Stay close, it's easy to get lost in here.
The ghosts won't hurt you, don't be afraid of them. They are just a sign we're getting close. They like to see all the new faces, in a town where no one visits. Can you blame them? Everyone gets lonely sometimes. They just stay that way, unlike you, who can find any hand to hold. The air is cold here, it's a given. It never warms, it never rains, it never snows. Just stuck in a weather in between. The moon starts to melt without the sun, but don't cry for her, she's had her glory years. Now she's just lighting the way.
They brought no clothes, no backpacks, no books, or cell phones. They only brought their lies, their lives, and the guilt they carry in the left pocket of their warm jackets. They knew they would need something warm for this destination is long, and barely frozen. Keep walking, we're almost home.
These kids lost their way, never knew which way to go. So I wander in the darkest hour to lead them all to Death's door. Don't be sad, that's where they belong, they left this life a long time ago. But in their journey to peace of mind, they got lost in Death's Town, it's not hard. So many empty houses, looking welcoming to a weary traveler. Ghosts longing for attention from anyone. "Let's play a game!" and before you know it, the road is gone.
For years I've wandered these streets to bring the forgotten to the home they now belong. The father at the door, dressed warm and calm, greats them in almost a loving way. People never see him in the right light, but in the glow of the shrinking moon, I see the relief on the lost's faces as their father brings them in, out of the frozen, into peace. And I'll head back home.
Why do this?
Because everyone deserves a place to call HOME.

The Hung Jury

The punchline? She had a baby; That's why the bed was covered in blood. No murder in sight. She gave birth to a girl, much like herself. Only more appealing, less threatening. Wrapped in a blanket to keep out the cold hearted, the scared and lonely. Hidden from her true self. She left this child, herself in your hands, and vanished into the wind, never to be seen again. Now no one will ever know who she really was.
But she made one mistake. The bed was stained where she brought to life her new found smile. It was a fake smile, but all around loved it enough to never question. But in that room, I found the truth, She left it untouched. Maybe she wanted someone to find it. Someone to see what she's done. Maybe to be found herself? I don't know. I can't seem to find her. Only this child of fantasy. A beautiful, bright as the sun, girl. But even the sun goes down at night.
The moon can bring out the damned and slain. And in the light of the stars, the wind whispers. In it's voice I can hear her cry. I can see her tears. But she never wants the world to know. Not again. Not ever again. But I know. And I'll find her. Bring her back to life.
For now, with all her "friends" as the jury, they find the verdict; Not Guilty. Although it's a lie, a charade. They only see the life that was brought out of a fairytale. When honestly
It's the death that rings the world silent. She left and no one ever notice.
But I did. I can feel her. I don't believe in this....imaginary child of the day. I believe in the beautiful sight of the woman of the shadows. And I will find her.
As the case goes cold, I'll follow the night to find her eyes. I'll never give up. She is a part of me.
And I'll never let her go. Not without a fight.

The Mirror

A quiet night, I felt a wind. There before me was Mother Earth, to show me, where we’re supposed to be. She gave to me a long, beautiful mirror, with a shine like I’ve never seen. She said to me, this mirror will hold all true forms, the hidden self inside the world, so that I may see you in your natural form. I looked into this mirror and only saw my reflection, nothing different.
I wasn’t meant to see my true self, for I was to find it in myself.
No one was to see this mirror but me, a gift, I suppose.

I dragged this mirror behind me, to meet the ones I loved. I came to my wolf, a beautiful, strong and willful warrior I’ve known for years. Looking as strong and tall as ever, proud and only the sun could match her brilliance. I glanced in the mirror, and I saw not a wolf. But a puppy, cold and lonely. Scared and searching. Left out in the cold, almost as if forgotten by the world. Longing for someone close. But to everyone around her, she’s a powerful wolf, strong and fierce. Always the one to run to, but don’t get too close, she can bite if you’re not careful. But the mirror never lies.

Up walked a tiny mouse, one I’ve grown quite fond of. Sweet, calm, and easy to love. A heart bigger than the sky. A look her eye that instantly cools the hottest temper. But when I look into the mirror, I saw not a mouse, but gray wolf, standing guarded, ready for the deadliest storm. A protector, I could tell, for it’s stance said nothing friendly to those who threaten. But to everyone around her, she’s cute, she’s giving, such a tranquil soul, that little mouse. But the mirror never lies.

I walked away, stunned and confused., when I came across a friend, one that I used to love so much. She still held a place in my heart. She has a warm smile, always laughing, seemed to shine brighter than the stars themselves. I was hesitant this time, but I gave a look in the mirror and saw….nothing but black. A horrid being, angry and full of hate, a heart I’m sure it lacked. With a Joker’s grin and eyes of empty space, it filled the mirror with hate. But to everyone around her, she seemed so happy, so willing to love and hold your hand, hold your heart so close. But the mirror never lies.

Shocked and ready for my own, I begged for Mother Earth’s spirit to let everyone see it. I had to know, where my soul was leading, what I had hidden. I couldn’t stand it. I pulled the mirror to everyone I knew, not a single one would tell me, what they saw as my reflection. Not a single one. They all looked away, walked away, as if to forget this ever happened at all.
I knew one person though. My wolf, my sister in heart and soul. She would let me know. I rushed to her side and pleaded for her to tell me. She gazed into the mirror for what seemed like an eternity. "What?" I cried. She looked at me, with those sad, lonely puppy eyes, and simply said;
"You’re just a ghost."

"And the earth and its skin will open up and birth out a perfect mirror that makes all our reflections clear."