Night Flight

Copyright Notice: The premise of this poem was inspired by the song Night of the Soaring Dragon which belongs to Adrian Von Ziegler. This poem is the author’s property and may not be distributed or reproduced by any manner of means.

 


 

In his cave the dragon waits

 

For nightfall to come

 

He does not need the moonlight

 

To guide his path

 

Above the earth and stars

 

He flies on great wings

 

Enjoying the night air and the silence

 

Of the sleepy land he governs

 

Past the trees where dryads sleep

 

Over the hills where sprites live

 

He soon returns to his home

 

Settling down for rest

 

Until the morning sun rises

 

To welcome a new day

 

 

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Rainsong

Copyright Notice: The premise of this poem was inspired by the song It’s in the Rain which belongs to Enya. This poem is the author’s property and may not be distributed or reproduced by any manner of means.

 


 

Sometimes the sky has days

 

When she wants to cry

 

Releasing pent-up emotion

 

Other times she wants to play

 

A soft tune where her drops

 

Make music that is beautiful

 

Soothing the soul and allowing the mind

 

To drift into a state of calm

 

Where one can escape

 

If only for a minute

 

From life’s stresses

 

Heed the song and remember

 

To stop and listen once in a while

 

Her melody is a reminder

 

To slow down and appreciate

 

The little things that bring joy and peace

 

 

 

Choosing to Look at the Positive Side

For the past twenty-one years I’ve been living with an eye condition called Retinopathy of Prematurity. I won’t go into the particulars of my disability; instead I will share how I choose to look at the positives rather than the negatives of having one.

 

I used to think having sight was important. I also used to wonder why I was born with something I didn’t choose to have. I won’t lie and say there are situations and days when I wish I had  sight, but I don’t dwell on that much now.

The reason for this is because I’ve learned to adapt to my reality. I realized that I can either assimilate or become a complaining individual who does nothing but lament about how things would be easier if I wasn’t legally blind. Because I have a disability, it allows me to see the world through a different lense which allows me to view things from a unique perspective.

 

I could say my disability doesn’t define me, but personally don’t believe what sighted individuals have told me. I say this because my visual impairment does determine what I can do for a future career along with other personal things I won’t go into.

I choose to look at the positive side of having a visual impairment and am thankful for having some vision. It could have been much worse.

Today I Celebrate

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I embrace another year

 

On this journey called life

 

Continuing to learn and grow

 

Thankful for those

 

Who are true and loyal

 

I will seek wisdom from others

 

To help guide me on the path

 

To be better and wise

 

We shall see what lies ahead

 

As I go forward

 

Welcoming each day

 

Grateful to be alive

 

Appreciating all that is good

Embracing the Inner Child

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Allow nature to remind you

Of a happy time

When you were a child

Who played in the wild

Splashing in the rain

Looking up at the clouds

She awaits your arrival

Wanting you to return

To the forests and streams

Your heart alight with the fire

Of an adventurous learner

Next time you’re outside

Listen closely to her voice

Willing you to unleash

The inner child within

 

 

 

 

 

Longing for Spring

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I long for the spring

 

So I can dance and sing

 

With the dryands and nymphs

 

Who come out at night

 

To rejoice in the moonlight

 

About all that is good

 

In the lovely wood

 

We enjoy a simple life

 

Where we’re free from strife

 

If I could only see the crocus

 

That springs out of the earth

 

It would give me a sign

 

That Aslan will come

 

To give us the sun

 

 

 

A Sea Shanty

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Yo, ho, ho, ho

 

we sail the deep blue sea

 

Come along, ye landlubbers

 

Aboard the ship with me

 

We travel to exotic lands

 

Swords flash in our hands

 

Chests of silver and gold

 

A sight ye never did behold

 

Hurry now, let’s go

 

Before the day’s glow

 

Fades away beyond the briny

 

On whose waters we journey

 

Merrily we go along

 

Singing this joyful song

 

For the young pirates who explore

 

Islands never seen before

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Merry Brook

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The sound of a brook

 

Babbling happily in the woods

 

Flows over the stones

 

Her voice is a gift

 

Bestowed upon her by the creator

 

She is always willing to perform

 

For those who stop and listen

 

To her songs of joy

 

 

A Different Reality

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Sighted people don’t understand

 

Saying things that are sugar-coated

 

They don’t know the challenges I face

 

Making assumptions that annoy me

 

I’ve always been told to not let this define

 

The qualities that shine

 

Little do people know

 

The truth is different

 

Being considered unique

 

Is not wrong

 

I am happy to belong

 

Among a small circle of true people who see

 

Past my disability

Fading Summer Days

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Summer is the time

 

When my days are carefree

 

My mind wanders

 

Traveling to distant lands

 

Where dragons rule

 

In castles made of clouds

 

Conjured by my imagination

 

Soon these days will fade

 

Autumn will come tapping

 

On nature’s door

 

The leaves will fall

 

Changing into various colors

 

I shall enjoy each remaining day

 

Before the coming of the new season

 

Who is patient

 

Allowing the summer to linger a few weeks more

 

While she prepares the gifts that will be shared

 

Given by her creator

 

A Mask of Emotion

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The rain falls in streams

 

Giving plants a drink

 

Something to quench their thirst

 

After days of dry weather

 

The gray sky signifies

 

The coming of a storm

 

It will open and pour out

 

Emotions contained in the clouds

 

The water falls like tears

 

Steadily and in torrents

 

A feeling it keeps bottled up

 

Until it can no longer stand

 

The pain of pretending and concealing

 

True expression and feeling

 

The sky gives the world sunshine

 

As a way to hide

 

The sadness inside

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A Tranquil Stream

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I sit and listen

 

To the buzzing insects

 

Humming past my ear

 

To the trickling water

 

Whose drops are like music

 

Its soothing and tranquil sound

 

Envelops me in its embrace

 

In the forest’s silence

 

A melody composed by nature

 

One that paints a picture

 

Of a serene and quiet place

 

So the muse can do its job

 

Inspiring me to write

 

 

 

 

 

The Rose Garden

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Roses bursting with color

 

Can be seen in various hues

 

Of red, orange, pink, and white

 

In the garden where they bloom

 

Some are still buds

 

Whose magnificence cannot yet be seen

 

In this landscape of verdant green

 

I could stay for hours

 

Admiring the flowers

 

Pondering on life as I stop

 

To look at each one

 

In my eyes they are all beautiful

 

For all of them share

 

Their own beauty equally

A Kind Soul

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A shy, quiet man

 

Who showed kindness

 

To an orphan girl

 

Whose life had only glimmers of hope

 

Able to show from his heart

 

The love he gave her from the start

 

Giving her things she never had

 

Which made her glad

 

A beautiful soul she would not forget

 

He never did regret

 

Picking her up from the station

 

Taking her to their destination

 

Persuading his sister to let her stay

 

Not wanting her to be sent away

 

Hoping to do her good

 

By loving her like those before him never could

 

 

A Day of rememberance

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On this day let the flag wave

 

So we may honor the brave

 

Who fought and paid a price

 

Which was the sacrifice

 

Of laying down a life

 

During a time of political strife

 

When many on the battlefield

 

Refused to give up and yield

 

By taking a stand

 

For their nation’s land

 

Fighting on their hoemland’s soil

 

Where soldiers who were loyal

 

Were buried with respect

They chose to protect

 

Beliefs they held dear

 

Doing so without fear

 

To all those men and women who have served, thank you for your service and for laying down your lives for America’s freedom.

A Beautiful Spring Day

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A pleasant breeze blows

 

Causing trees to rustle their leaves

 

The warm sun touches my face

 

Birdsong is sweet and melodic

 

As birds express their joy

 

For returning home after a long winter

 

On the firmament white clouds sail

 

Like ships on an endless sea

 

To destinations unknown

 

Bees drone as they travel

 

From one flower to another

 

A young grasshopper hops about

 

Inquisitive about his environment

 

The monarch butterfly flies

 

Its orange wings seen for an instant

 

then disappearing quickly

 

A day that is tranquil

 

Where one can sit

 

In peace and reflect

 

On life and its precious moments

My Future Career Part Two

I wasn’t originally intending to do a part two about my future goals, but I’ve been doing a lot of pondering about them lately and wanted to share my thoughts.

 

As I mentioned in part one, one of my goals is to become a writer. This still remains true but there is an additional field of study I’d like to go into: psychology.

 

I realized I had to think more realistically about being a writer and  that it would be difficult to only be a self-published author. I  considered pursuing journalism but changed my vocation to psychology. I personally find studying varius aspects of human behavior and different types of psychological disorders fascinating, hence why I was soon drawn to the subject like a magnet.

 

I have chosen to double major in English and psychology because studying another subject will aid me with my writing. Plus it never hurts to lern and study other fields because it helps broaden one’s horizons.

 

Having a background in English and psychology will help me write books with complex characters. I also plan to write books that raise awareness about various psychological disorders and ones that explore qualities of the human spirit: empathy, compassion, and resilience. While it is true my dream is to write books that impact and have messages which resonate with people, I also hope to inform about societal issues that are important to talk about like suicide and mental illness.

 

We shall see what the future holds for me and my writing.

A Peaceful Night

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Colors fade away

 

Minutes before night’s onset

 

The moon’s turn to reign

 

Over the peaceful earth

 

A time for the stars to appear

 

Out of hiding to shine

 

To decorate the sky

 

Owls and other animals wake

 

To hunt for a meal

 

Peace has come over the world

 

So all may sleep serenely

 

Dreaming until the sunrise

 

 

 

 

 

Happy Birthday, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle

Today marks Sir Arthur Conan Doyle’s one hundred sixtieth birthday. He is best known for having created one of the most famous characters in crime fiction: Sherlock Holmes. I have personally never read Sherlock Holmes or any of his other works, but I’m planning to get into mystery and crime in the future.

 

According to the official Arthur Conan Doyle website, Arthur Ignatius Conan Doyle was born on May 22, 1859 in Edinburgh, Scotland. His father, Charles Altamont Doyle, was an artist while his mother Mary was a storyteller.

 

When Arthur was nine years old, he was sent to a boarding school in England where he spent seven years. While there Doyle found he had a talent for storytelling.

 

In 1876, when Arthur was seventeen, he graduated and decided to pursue a medical career. While studying at the University of Edinburgh, Doyle met a professor who was the influence for Sherlock Holmes’ character. In 1891 he obtained his master surgeon and bachelor in medicine degree.

 

In 1885 Doyle married Louisa Hawkins and, in 1886, wrote A Study in Scarlet which was the first story to feature Sherlock Homes and Dr. Watson.

 

He died on July 7, 1930 from a heart attack at the age of seventy-one.

 

Rest in peace, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle.

 

A Beautiful View

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Clouds sail across the sky

 

Their hues of gray pave way

 

For the sunset to come

 

Her final voyage of the day

 

Until the morrow

 

When she wakens again

 

A dazzling and splendid view

 

The firmament is bathed

 

In a kaleidoscope of colors

 

That signal the day’s end

 

As the fiery orb

 

Disappears  through the trees

 

Above the heavens glow red, yellow, and orange

 

Painted in a splendor so fair

 

Which leaves us enraptured

 

Setting the stage for the night

 

Who cloaks the earth

 

In shadows and darkness

Sunrises Are Beginnings

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Colors permeate the sky

 

The world comes to life

 

Marking a new start

 

Of a day that starts anew

 

Symbolizing new hope

 

So the new day may be better than yesterday

 

On the horizon it shines

 

Like a beacon

 

To encourage and lift

 

The hearts of those who despair

 

Struggling to overcome the darkness

 

Watch the sunrise and remember

 

The beginning of a new day

 

Will give strength and faith

 

If one chooses to embrace it

 

A Hike in the Mountains

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A walk along the path

 

Feeling the cool mountain breeze

 

Listening to the roaring water

 

Glimpsing outlines of trees

 

The fast current flows

 

No one knows

 

Where it stops or goes

 

Mountain air pervades my being

I feel as if I am seeing

 

A deity’s presence standing before me

 

In all its beauty and glory

 

Extending a hand as if to show

 

Nature’s colorful glow

 

So I may appreciate

 

The radiance as I stand and contemplate

 

I now know God is not a disguise

 

It is as if he has opened my eyes

 

My heart has felt a change

 

Which feels strange

I now understand

 

Faith and the work of a god’s hand

 

Whose power can help one see

 

The world differently

 

A Bird’s Flight

 

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The time to fly

 

Begins when the sun rises

 

When a search for food has begun

 

Each flight is a journey

 

That carries them far

 

Up above the trees and earth

 

Into a galaxy of stars

 

Like the swan on the lake

 

The wings are graceful

 

On the air the birds float

 

Wondering where they will land

 

 

The Princess Bride Book Review

For my reading challenge this year I chose The Princess Bride by William Goldman. Even though I haven’t seen the movie, which I heard is really good, I decided to go ahead and give the book a read.

 

This book was able to keep me captivated and there was plenty of humor. It was also a beautifully written fantasy story that had everything which met my personal criteria for an enchanting tale: sword-fighting, heroes, villains, and a cast of wonderful characters. I enjoyed reading Goldman’s commentary which was scattered throughout, and also thought the fictionalized account of his life was interesting.

 

additionally, I enjoyed Buttercup’s character development as the story progressed. She starts off as a bully to Westley but soon realizes her feelings for him. Buttercup also learns love is not always perfect and that it can have various sides.

 

Let’s not forget Inigo and fezzik whom I have grown to love. They also change because they originally start off as villains but then form an alliance with Westley to stop Prince Humperdink and Buttercup’s wedding. These two definetley exemplify true friendship and know how to work as a team.

 

Even though I liked the story and thought it was an excellent read, I do wish there would have been more to Westley’s back story and there were gaping plotholes that weren’t quite filled in, which left me confused. Despite the minor flaws with this story, the book was still fascinating.

 

I will definitely be rereading this book again in the future.

 

A Poet’s Heart

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My poetic heart dreams

 

Wishing and hoping to express

 

Emotions which are hidden

 

It burns with a desire

 

To be released into the world

 

So others may see

 

The muse who motivates me

 

To walk in nature

 

Where I marvel and listen in silence

 

To the birds and all of creation

 

I later sit down to write

 

Poems of loss, love, and joy

 

Or ones that describe

 

things I take note of

 

When alone or with others

 

I use the words like an artist

 

Painting pictures of color

 

On a blank canvas

 

Longing to be used

 

Like the tiger in its cage

 

The heart is enslaved

 

Struggling to find escape

 

Out of its prison into light

 

Instead of being shackled

 

By chains that bind it tight

 

So it is forced to use

 

Its remaining strength

 

Until only the corpse remains

 

Of what was once

 

My source for inspiration

 

My heart feels empty

 

For it no longer has

 

A purpose to inspire

 

Happy Birthday to My Blog

To be honest, when I first began writing on this site, I wasn’t sure about the direction in which this blog was headed. I did know, however, that I wanted this space to be about writing and my love for fantasy. Over the few months I’ve been posting, I am pleasedwith what has become of this site.

 

I’d like to express my heartfelt thanks to those who read and follow this blog. This blog wouldn’t be where it is today without you’re positive feedback, and i’m glad to have a community of readers who expresses interest in what I share.

 

I present each of you readers and followers with a slice of cake so you, too, can celebrate this accomplishment with me.

 

May there be many more posts to come!

 

The White Witch

 

 

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A villain with a cold heart

 

Who was evil from the start

 

She began her rule

 

Despicable and cruel

 

Hiding her disguise

 

Turning those to stone

 

Who tell her lies

 

A winter so cold and bleak

 

During which creatures feel weak

 

To assemble forces and unite

 

Against a ruler’s spite

 

A black cloud has begun to loom

 

Shrouding the wood in sadness and gloom

St. Patrick

 

 

 

 

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Captured by raiders

 

Forced into slavery

 

Finding his faith through fervent prayer

 

 A dream where a voice spoke

 

Telling him of a ship

 

That would bring him home

 

He introduced a new religion

 

A patron saint

 

Of the Emerald Isle

 

 

One Last Time

 

 

 

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One last moment on this earth

 

Would surely be worth

 

The beauty I see

 

Every time you look at me

 

One final slow dance

 

Would give me a chance

 

To say three words that show

 

I love you more than you know

 

To see you would make my heart sing

 

Songs about the joy you bring

 

 

 

 

Round the Fire

 

 

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Round the fire’s warm glow

 

Creatures dance to and fro

 

The tapping foot and clapping hand

 

A joyous sound throughout the land

 

Above the white moon

 

Whose face is bright

 

Shines like a lake

 

Its surface touched by light

 

Such music never did one hear

 

Notes from pipes playing sweet and clear

 

Come, good comrade, and sit awhile

 

Our music will make you smile

 

 

The Kite Runner Book Review

 

 

 

The Kite Runner is a beautifully written story and deals with the power of redemption, the importance of family, and explores how not all humans change for the better.

 

This was a deeply moving coming of age novel that explored afghanistan’s culture, history, and one man’s journey to becoming good after a troubling event from his past. Additionally, I learned about how the monarchy was overthrown which paved the way for political change, and Hosseini’s descriptions of various settings were vivid and rich in detail.

 

Overall, I thought this book was wonderful and one I will definitely be rereading in the future.

Our True King, Guardian, and Protector

 

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The leader of the wood

 

Protects those who are good

 

Fighting with great skill, courage, and might

 

He will not give up a fight

 

Until all evil is out of sight

 

He is a creature of grace

 

Tranquil features on his face

 

His heroic and daring sacrifice

 

Is a great valuable price

 

When young animals shiver in fear

 

They feel safe with him near

 

He gives love to all

 

Including the young and small

Fading into Darkness

 

 

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A hobbit full of life

 

His heart of gold

 

Now replaced by stone

 

Weakening with each day

 

The Ring’s Power grows ever stronger

 

As the one carrying the chain

 

Falls deeper into darkness

 

Determining which path to take

 

Is a choice he must make

 

One of despair and dread

 

Or one of hope instead?

 

 

 

The Rainbow Ship

cozy fire

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A ship of many colors

Drawn in many hues

Of yellows, reds, and blues

On a white piece of paper

Sailing through vast space

Where only imagination lives

And time has no place

Born out of a young boy’s mind

The ship grows and takes form

Into something beautifully created

For the purpose of being appreciated

A mother’s smile is wide

For she cannot hide

The endless pride

She feels for her son

Whose gift is a special one

My 2019 New Year’s Resolution

snowy mountain

Instead of doing a book review, I thought i’d start the year off by talking about one of my resolutions for this year.

What exactly is that resolution?

Read on to find out!

One of my goals for this year is to read more literature.

Ever since my senior year of high school, which is when I picked up reading after a long hiatus, my goal was to try and read more books. While it is true I’ve read more since then, I feel this goal has not yet been accomplished.

What do I hope to gain from reading more?

By reading more, I hope to become a better person by incorporating the values I learn into my own life. I’m also hoping to expand my repertoire by exploring new genres and writing styles to better improve my own writing.

how many books do i plan on reading?

I’ve compiled a list of thirty-nine books on Goodreads for my reading challenge. Let’s see if I can do it.

To all those who have made New Year’s resolutions, may you all find motivation for achieving your goals!

The Twelve Sleighs of Christmas Book Review

autumn landscape

Since Christmas is in a few days, I thought it would be appropriate to do a book review on something related to the season. This month’s book review is a children’s book by Sherri Duskey Rinker.

On to the review!

This is the perfect book for children because of its simplicity and consistent rhyme scheme. Additionally, this book teaches the importance of appreciating something original for its value. I highly recommend this short Christmas story because it’s sure to be one young children will enjoy.

My Future Career

One of my goals is to make the world a better place by creating works that will be preserved for future generations. I hope to create works that change, motivate, and inspire others to impact the world. I do think it is now more crucial than ever to write stories that inspire change for a better future; I hope to be an author who fulfills this duty.

In addition to writing stories that inspire and motivate, I hope to create coming of age novels so others may learn important life lessons. I believe it is from these novels we learn the most wisdom to live a better life. I also believe such novels have been preserved for generations because of the lessons each character learns.

I will continue to work on and improve my writing to one day be proud of the stories I craft.