Darker Fairytale

I live in a darker fairy tale

I really doubt you live here
I’m just as comfortable in
The darkest alley
As in
A sunlit meadow
Vampires
Werewolves
Faeries
Phookas
Myth to you
All real to me
If a knight in shining armor
Decided to approach
I’d bat my lashes
And gently say
“Get your hinney off my horse”
I hunt deep in moonlit forests
I hear what you don’t hear
The nymphs that giggle
behind the trees
The snake that slithers
through the grass
The butterflies that play
The kelpies waiting,
waiting in the water,
waiting for a very unlucky “guest”
Don’t laugh
your fantasy
is my reality
My grand
emerald
ball gown
swirling beneath a sliver sister moon
The thrill of
the hunt
the smell of
a kill
Golden meadows
Sunlit streams
Beating hearts
and flashing knives
Beautiful singing
and a soft summer breeze
Swords; cannons
Parties and tea
Hunters call
Pipers tune
Witches cackle
Baking bread
Silent moon
I live in a darker fairy tale
maybe
some day
you'll join me too

To: Summer

To: Summer

Did you have a good spring break babe?

Yeah wish you could have been there though. The beach rocked. Your break go good?

Good enough, with you probably would have been more fun. I’m just sorry I missed you in a bikini. This class really suxs.

I’m going to ignore that. Do you even get any of this?

Yeah, but I still don’t care about it. Lol

I knew there was a reason I liked you.





Wilson is so whacked.

Not telling me anything I don’t know.

You coming over tonight?

Actually I thought maybe we could go out instead?

Sounds great, except for one problem: I’m broker than broke.

It’s ok, I can handle it.

You sure hon?

Yeah, aren’t I always? Any way I’ll see you at lets’ say seven?

Ok, see you tonight.





Where were you last night? Why the hell didn’t you answer your phone!?

Sorry, sorry, like 10,000 times sorry. I had kind of an emergency.

Kind of? You ditched me, didn’t call, and didn’t answer your phone for kind of?

Ok, more than kind of. I will make it up to you and more, I promise.

Fine, I guess. What was so important any ways?

I’ll tell you later. You can hold me to that, k?

Later, later, always later.





You still mad at me love?

Kinda, not so much anymore.

Good, you know I love you right?

Yeah I do, I love you too.





Did you do your homework last night?

Most of it, why?

You look kinda lost, that’s all.

I’m good, just a little tired. I didn’t sleep well last night.

Why? You usually sleep like a rock.

I don’t really know. I felt sorta like someone kept watching me. Weird right?

Not really, maybe a little. Just get some sleep tonight all right?

I’ll try.





Sleep was a no-go again last night.

Same reason?

Not really, this time I kept on having weird dreams.

What were they about?

Freaky stuff, like people eating bugs and other people coming out of mist. Just weird stuff.

You ok?

Yeah, yeah, I’ll be all right.

I’ll make sure you sleep well tonight.

How do you plan to do that??

I’m just that cool.

Whatever :)





So did you sleep last night?

Yeah, really well actually.

Glad to hear it.

I suppose that you made me sleep good right? Lol

Maybe I did.





Wow you look awful! You ok?

Yeah, just had a bad night. Nothing to worry about lovely.

Nothing to worry about? You always say that and this time I’m not letting you get away with it. So tell me, what happened, and don’t you dare say “later”

Fine then, another time.

Uggh! Not cool, you look like you just faced Mike Tyson and you’re telling me another time? Come on Rick, I’m your girlfriend and I’m not stupid.

I know you are, and I know you’re not. Just please don’t get too worked up about it. I will tell you tomorrow.

You better or I will be forced to…well I don’t know what but something drastic!

Oh you will now?

Yes I will…I’m just not sure what yet.

Well then, we can’t let that happen now can we?

Shut-up





So spill, what happened?

You’re not going to let me rest until I tell you are you?

Duh, now stop stalling and write what happened.

Well the bell is about to ring, I’ll tell you in fifth.

Fine then, fifth, and no excuses or another time’s or anything, just tell me.

In fifth then.





Hey Summer?

Yes, you’re going to tell me right?

Yes, but I have a question first.

Then ask it and be a little less obvious the next time you pull your phone out. Mr. D. almost caught you on this last one.

Do you trust me?

Well yeah, other wise I wouldn’t be dating you. Duh

I mean like really trust me, like really really.

Yeah I do. So are you going to tell me what happened or not?

Impatient one aren’t you?

Would you stop stalling?

Ok ok, I got in to a fight.

Well I kinda figured out that part -_-

As you text a glare at me, wow…

Who were you fighting with?

Some one I shouldn’t have been.

What are you so bent on hiding something from me??

I’m just worried about how you’ll react.

Don’t be, you could be an alien from another galaxy who only ate clam shell buttons for dinner and it wouldn’t change anything. Well maybe what we feed you when you come over for dinner, but you would still be Rick.

Well I can guarantee that I’m not an alien and I don’t eat buttons.

Well if you were an alien that is just what you would say now isn’t it?

Whatever you goof, meet me after school at The Seaside Cafe and I will tell you everything. Ok?

Ok, I will be there.





Rick sat at a booth in the back of the café, nervously tapping his heal and waiting for Summer to get there. They had known each other since their first year of high school, now here they were Seniors.; and Rick was ready to tell Summer; his best friend, his girlfriend, his little love, the biggest secret she would ever hear.

Summer walked in with a gust of crisp leaves and cool fall air. Out of habit Rick rose as Summer approached and sat back down once she was in the booth. “So what is it that you’re not telling me?” she was very concise and came right to the point. “What not even a hello?” Rick couldn’t help but smile. Summer had always made him smile, even though some times it was a little sadder then he let show. “Hello, now tell me.” Summer sat back in the bench and folded her arms over her chest. “You’re not going to believe me,” the words pushed softly through the air, “Try me” and these plowed through defiantly.

“I’m a vampire” Rick shrugged, trying to make it seem like an everyday thing. “And it took you this long to tell me?” Summer sighed and shook her head “I all ready knew that.” Rick blinked in disbelief, “What?” With one fluid motion Summer reached across the table and took her boyfriends hand, “You heard me, I all ready knew.” Rick tensed and then relaxed again, “How?” Summer smiled and pulled out an old yellow photo, then slid it across to Rick “Look.” Raising his eyebrow Rick picked up the picture, then almost dropped it. The picture was of Summer, looking exactly as she did now save for her clothes. Written in the bottom corner, in small delicate scrawl was a date, 1897.

Do not cry for me

I am a stranger here

Do not weep

Nothing here is worth the tears

Nothing is worth the tears

The Fog

Her silver hair

twines ‘round

ancient trees

Her wispy dress

spread ‘cross

Her delicate form

Her chilled fingers

wrap the long forsaken moor

Cradling it

like a child cradles a

favorite teddy bear

The river bank her pillow

The clouds her silken cover

She sleeps

The fog sleeps

Rainbow-Music-Sunny-Rooftop-fairy-girl

Innocent flying fairy girl
with lupines in her mouth
and butterflies in her hair
honey is her blood
and the sea is in her eyes


making wings for dolls
from sunny gold corn silk
and letting them blow away in a breeze


Innocent free flying fairy girl
with hollow-fragile bird bones
So easy to break if the world gets cold


little girl who eats flowers
and hunts for gnome holes
speaks in prose and poetry
like liquid rainbow sunlight pouring from her mouth


Girl who can not find what she was looking for
so searches for something new
and loves with all the empty space in her heart
love her back or love her not
her “I love you” is forever

fragile little broken winged butterfly fairy girl
heals by drinking lyrics
and swimming in diamond hard, silver sharp music
She lives in the forests of the cities
marks her footsteps with beautiful-poison belladonna flowers
and never forgets to run barefoot across the roof tops


Frightened pink ballerina girl
with chrip-chrip grass hopper wings
reflected in her sweet solemn eyes
little girl-old woman
ever innocent-way to wise
who runs on gold bells fragile petals
and never breaks them


never forgets never remembers
and never says never


100 names innocent flying fairy girl
with lupines in her mouth
butterflies in her hair
honey for her blood
and the ocean in her eyes

Molly May

Her name was Molly May
and lady fair was she
by Apollo's light she
spun and sang
a perfect daughter
and maid she be
but by Diana's glow
she sprang to life
and armour she did don
her fathers sword
in gauntlet locked
in combat she did shine
with helmet cast
to hide her eyes
a hero she became
the rabble's blood
shed on her sword
then home she went
to lie alone
between those silken sheets
she lied
when first light shone
her heart denied
and a maiden fair
was she