Child in blue:My big bright star I ask of you Grant my wish there's only few

Star of youth: as you wish if only you

Child in blue: I ask for beauty beyond and threw oh big bright star I ask of you grant me this out of only few

Star of youth: my child in blue I'm afraid I can not for that is not the magic I have brought

Child in blue : ah I see well I'll be back soon when the flowers bloom

Star of youth: until then my dear friend

Child in blue:My big bright star I have returned I think a wish I have earned

Star of youth: as you wish it won't be a burden

Child in blue: I ask for luck neons no other I'm sure that won't be a bother

Star of youth: my child in blue I'm afraid I can not for that is not the magic I have brought

Child in blue : ah I see well I shall be off then , I'll be bake when the leafs have fallen

Star of youth: until then my dear friend

Child in blue: I return again a wish is what I want, may I begin

Star of youth: as you wish it will be as easy as a swimming fish

Child in blue: I ask to be forever young for life will be long

Star of youth: my child in blue I'm afraid I can not for that is not the magic I have brought

Child in blue: you wretched star you have no power you are a lie . Why do I bother.

Star of youth: I do have power but however I can only give what you haven't wished for . Years ago you wish on me to give you beauty I granted your wish and you got married , when the flower grew you wished again . You ask for eternal luck later you gave birth to a beautiful baby who caught a golden duck , when the leaves had fallen you asked for eternal youth your family grew old and died , after your village was burnt to the ground you asked to live life once more and never remember the life you once lived . The last thing you said to me was to please stay with my golden duck, I did and have watched you for an eternity reliving life forever forgetting

"Don't embarrass me."

She laughed under her breath. "Who am I kidding? Your mere presence is an embarrassment to me."

I stopped sucking on my thumb and stood up a bit straighter. "Sorry, sis," I mumbled.

She flinched. "Don't call me that! I can't let my friends--Oh! Hello, Marcus." She let go of my hand and went over to talk to a tall boy, smoothing her hair all the way to him.

I frowned. Why did she care so much about this boy? Why didn't she care about me?

One of her friends, who always acted like I was some sort of baby, came over to me. "Hello!" She said in the voice Mom uses with toddlers. "How is little pumpkin doing?" She pinched my cheek so hard tears welled in my eyes. But I had learned something from living with my sister, and that is: Never cry in public.

So I had just let my frown deepen as her friend kept talking. "My mom let me borrow her baby carriage for you so we can push you around in it. How does that sound?"

'Bad,' I thought, but I did not speak up. Only bad things would come out of it.

I shrugged, and climbed into the pink, frilly carriage, despite knowing what my sister would say.

She looked over at me just as I had strapped myself in, and she snorted in disgust. "Marcus, look at my sister over there. She's such a baby."

Marcus, the boy, studied me and then rolled his eyes, like I was just some other stupid kindergardener.

My sister's friend stuck her nose in the air. 'That looks stupid,' I thought, but I was the quiet type, and too much of one to say anything out loud.

Her friend said loudly to my sister, "Your little sister is fun. She likes being in the carriage, don't you?" She glanced at me in expectation.

I shrugged again, satisfying her. "Let's go, honey," she said, and pushed my around the alley, avoiding bumps and turns.

I sighed, wishing that I had friends to play with, like my sister did. Mom never really let me do anything, because it was all my sister. Your sister this, your sister that. Never me.

I sighed again. At school, my sister's friends "played" with me at recess. All the kindergardeners were afraid of my sister's friends, because they were all bullies.

I sighed for a third time, and made a wish on a penny that I spotted in a bush.

"I wish my sister would play with me."

But above, pushing the carriage, my sister's friend said, "Aren't I good enough?"

Once again, I shrugged.

"There are things I no longer wish to remember." The words held a tired heavyness. "Yet if I am to no longer remember than then I will not be as wise as I am today."

"You don't understand."

"That I may not, however, you must understand that I know."

Running his tongue over cracked lips the speaker reaches out to set a gnarled hand of the young girl's head before him.

"We all must live with the past, Elewn. Making sure not to let it simply shape our future. Even I, old as I am have things I look back on with regret time to time-"

"See?!"

The man simply holds up a finger to quiet her.

"But I embrace my mistakes and do not wished for them to be erased."

Will walks past me with a steady glare and slams his door. He was having problems with Mom again, something about by outside at dark.

I remember when we used to hold each other under the covers because safety comes in numbers but now his hands pass right through me and leave me feeling empty inside.

"Will? I can give you a hug. Just say my name and I'm there."

Trying to hide my sad little smile I break inside when he crams those funny ear things inside his ears am loud noises come out. Will said he never liked the way they felt but everything's changing.

I can't see me all the way anymore. Will can't hear my voice unless I'm real loud and it scares me.

If Will doesn't know I'm here then whose going to remember me? What if I just fade away?

"Will! Will please!"

Pleading I let all those big boy tears I had been holding back fall and clutch at his pant legs.

"Dixie off."

". . . My names not Dixie Will. That's the puppy we got for Christmas. She's over there on the doggy bed with the white eyes and fat little tummy. You know she can't walk good anymore. Will please."

Will doesn't speak again and I sink to the floor. I can't even remember my own name anymore and I tried really hard. I don't want to try anymore.

But without Will, I'm nothing.

You should not swim here

My little dear

Gators folic

Far too near

To allow

Your swimming here

I remember

That tragic day

When little Michael

Dared to play

Got waist deep

To splash about

And poor Michael

Won't come out

For a gator

Found his toe

Dragged him 'round

To and fro

The pond turned red

That sad sad day

When little Michael

Dared to play

The trees are sad

And so am I

I feel real bad

And here is why

Michael was

A little kid

And he did

As I bid

Fed the gator

Made him fat

Cause I dared

To ask him that

*I was asked to write a story for this photo

Impulse rules

Don't try to think

Precipice

Jump the brink

Grew up quick

As I could

Stubborn as

Ironwood

Quick to rhyme

Quick to wit

Too damn vulgar

And explicit

Spirit left

Me behind

Bent my will

To the grind

Told the voice

In my head

To quiet down

Got loud instead

Had to pause

Collect my thought

A penny's worth

Is all I brought

Dug my grave

For all to see

Buried myself

Hid me deep

No one looked

No one found

The putrid soul

In the ground

Lost myself

To the critic

Paid the price

To the mystic

She read my fate

In the tarot

Downed it

With a bit of merlot

Lost myself

To Her strength

Fueled Her will

Went the length

Down to fall

Depth be found

Landing hard

Upon the ground

But my dear

Hold me close

Bring me near

Cause no one knows

Promised her life

And reneged upon

So my scarlet

"B" I don

Betrayer of my

Life to Death

Sacrifice

My last breath

For life is

Far to fleeting

To leave the lamb

Out still bleating

STRIKE!

While the iron's hot

And the coals

SIMMER

melting hairs

From heat

Of exposure

BURN

your sins

Upon the

EMBERS

Baptismal fire

Rages against

Your fleshy mess

BONES

forged by godly hands

Hidden under human

HIDE

Often neglected

Left untended

To sin

ONLY

When skin's

exposed to

FLAME

does the flesh

Remember

Punishment

ETERNAL

are the sins

Unrepented

EXPOSE

your skin

To the fire

For reminder

Of what happens in

HELL

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