Pages left unmarked

Lines and words remain uncoaxed

Ideas discarded

Slowly they trickle

Soon unstoppable torrents

Flooding the pages

True friendship involves 

Showing support and goodwill 

Despite past issues.

Broadsword of iron

That was forged in deep blue fire;

Yes, I'm ready now.

At the land of the 

lost, where no one bothers me,

is where I feel safe.

Early morning slows

The heat of morning fighting

Feelings know no rest

I am such a fraud

And a social charlatan

Master of soft outs

Confusion murmurs 

My life is in the balance

But love is my shield 

We are merely toys

Played with on the very whims

Of a spoiled child