I saw a doe and deer go bounding through the trees;

And turning I reached to take your hand

And show the sight to you.

But all I touched was empty air.

I felt a leaf brush against my cheek;

And stooping I bent to pick it up

And let your cheek feel it too.

But sullen trees were my only companions.

I danced in the crashing ocean tide;

And laughing I called aloud your name

I walked briskly into the cafe, a good book in hand, and ordered a double shot of espresso. I took a deep breath, but that heaviness in my lungs persisted. You know the feeling. Its like there's a lead weight on your abdomen, making your breaths shallow and terse. Like when you get mad. Only I wasn't mad. I was frustrated, and afraid. Work had been pretty stressful, to say the least. I had gone in at five fifteen and it was only now seven thirty.

It isn't quite Shakespeare, but you can't fault the subject matter!
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Muffins never tire of bringing you delight
Always they are there, for a yummy snack.
You enjoy a muffin, fluffy and so light
And then happily your lips you smack.
Blueberry, chocolate, or banana-nut
Muffins are always delicious and sweet
Muffins are great at that nearby Starbucks
When there you and your friends do meet
  Muffiny goodness to get you through the day
  The best and most delicious food, so I say.
 

Lucas did not look like a loser.  At 6’5” he stood out in the midst of the crowd, his piercing blue eyes giving him the air of a young man who possessed a keen sense of intelligence, and his broad shoulders alluding to his history as the high school quarterback.  Confidence preceded Lucas wherever he went, surrounding him like a cloud of strong cologne which saturated those around him.  People would watch him as he walked through the swinging glass doors of the seventy-four story office building, strength and success in each step, and as he stepped int

Aphrodite walked in, glowing like a burnt summer evening, the stars drowning in her midnight eyes.   The silk dress clung to her body as she moved, slowly, and sweat glistened on her neck like diamonds.  She stood apart from the crowd, but everyone knew she was too good to be an outcast.  Too beautiful.  Everyone also knew she was too good to be with the in-crowd, way too intimidating.  She walked across the room, carefully maneuvering between cliques and couples.  I liked watching her walk because she had the car

It had been a strange day.  The sky was grey like a ceiling over the world, and everything was wet.  Wet and cold.  There was pressure everywhere, my "safe-haven" wasn't safe anymore.  My grandpa started telling me how I was going to screw up my life if I didn't start applying for FASFA and getting my college education completed. I was stressed out and wearing thin as I got in my '96 Ford and drove away, the rain sporadically hitting my windshield.  I didn't want to go home yet.  I couldn't.  So I called him.  "What are you doing?" I asked softly.

        The time for change had come.  Silently it had crept up, slowly surrounding me, enfolding me within it’s strong, sweet arms—this nameless force that brings about revolutions in mind and spirit, body and soul.  I could feel it pulling me in as I drove down the road, outside the sun beating down on the frozen ground.  Ice crystals sparkled on the asphalt and I wondered to myself if that was what the world would look like if Edward Cullen exploded—everything covered in glitter.  I wondered where I was going. 

Magic shimmers silver in the moonlight, drifting from her hair, her skin- 
Her pixie dust as she floats down the marble hall
On silent feet.
They watch with ice cold stares, closer and closer until she stands in the center of the floor.
Not a word. Not a breath. 
Even the stone statues speak with more eloquence of their secret desires to be filled with life.
The clock strikes twelve.
Unmoving, she waits for the last note of the magic hour.   Time sings to her.