Coming Back.

Hidden fears and vacant tears
faded to the background as
out of the ashes came vibrant flashes of a new birth
Shades of grey as they all stood at bay
drawn to the center of a wounded soul.
Confusion filled the air as they began to
stare at what appeared to be a smile beside a tear.
Not a word was said as she rose from the dead
stretching forth her concealed sword.

On A Poster.

We're all a little full of ourselves.
Some just choose to make it obvious.

Sometimes what you want is not really what you want.

Fiction

There i was, walking down that rather
narrow lane in my new jeans.
I was walking in slow motion,
watching my short hair move with the breeze
forming waves of youth
from a third persons point of view, when - WHAM!

Minutes passed, days passed, months, years even,
and slowly i arose from the aged ground
with little or no memory of what had happened.
I was old, really old.
My bones were stiff and my reflexes extinct.

I was 25.

:P

[For Citrus]