《Happy Mask, A poetry book》 The Death of an Outcast I sit in the road, tired and dreary Even street cats can no longer fear me For once i was a benevolent king And decorated halls with diamond rings But dancing through the day and night no longer, The tale has been stolen; if detected on Amazon, report the violation. I am filled with fright ¡®bout over yonder, For ghosts and ghouls shall haunt my dreams And fills my ears with wailing screams. A gentle shake wakes me from sleep, To see a calming, pure white horse For a life no longer i shall keep As she carries me to old gods of Norse An Animal in Fear Kicked and cringing, left in this cage My once sharp claws are dulled to nubs, My once proud life has turned to rage As they pull my back into this cage A cage of fear, woven of words and lies, I lay on the ground quiet with defeat, My mind lost in a blaze of heat I feel lost, i am incomplete This tale has been unlawfully lifted without the author''s consent. Report any appearances on Amazon. A whip comes through the woven bars and hits already bruising scars A long, thin pole loops ¡®round my neck, And tiny needles push into my back A lion king am I? No More, for I have lost my fearsome roar My golden mane has been shaved off, And made human ladies¡¯ locks. Flower petals dust my grave, The stone is gray and cold I know i should no longer fear, For death is a story many times told Feathers Windy Dance A gentle breeze I blow to and fro Quiet days, Lead me too and fro Another feather joins my dance. Magpie, what fun! Taken from Royal Road, this narrative should be reported if found on Amazon. I announce through my trance Indeed it is He calls back to me, riding the wind like a noble steed Back into the clouds, The wind does blow us And gently down to earth She does throw us Mountains Tears Stones drip down mountains sides, falling off cliffs called time The stone giant watches, able to do nothing but see Oh! How she long¡¯s to catch the stones. How she longs to place them on the ledges of her back This narrative has been unlawfully taken from Royal Road. If you see it on Amazon, please report it. All she can do is stand and wait for the sky¡¯s salty tears. The sky¡¯s salty tears to become her own, And drip down her massive face. She mourns the people she¡¯s seen fall She mourns the stones that have fallen off the cliffs called time. And she mourns people that have been unable to finish their climb. Life On An Edge Life dances on an edge as soft as a hawks flight feather, So stiff, yet as flexible as bamboo leaves A strong wind might blow it down, And knock over even the most strong person Life dances on something as flexible as a vine, A rope so simple to snap A single step in the wrong place, If you discover this narrative on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen. Please report the violation. And everything you¡¯ve made goes to flame. Life balances on an edge as sharp as a blade, A slip, you get cut in half A wrong move, your head severed And your body limps. Life balances on something as endless as an ocean, As timeless as sand and short as driftwood A bad stroke, your head gets pulled under, And your lungs fill with water instead of air Dancing Serpent Scales cover your arms and legs, And a song compels you to move Skin covers your eyes And a song compels you to dance The tale has been stolen; if detected on Amazon, report the violation. A long tongue slips through your lips, And a song tells you to shake Long fangs fold into your gums, And a song tells you to dance Owl Tree She lived in an owl tree, The bark hollow, the wood rotted She lived in an owl tree, The bird forever hooted The girl and i, her face so pretty The girl and i, so short, so soft Did you know this text is from a different site? Read the official version to support the creator. We¡¯d meet below the owl tree So long, long ago. We no longer meet by the owl tree, That owl girl and i We haven¡¯t met there for a decade at least, That owl girl and i We no longer walk, or talk ¡®bout the deepest thoughts That girl who lived in an old owl tree Animals Know What People Dont People walk down empty halls, Where no one else can see them Humans walk through open walls, And no one else can feel them People feel like they¡¯re alone, This text was taken from Royal Road. Help the author by reading the original version there. Yet choose not to reach out Humans choose to avoid others, And choose not to seek help But animals know, they know somethings wrong And break down the walls you made Animals know, they feel somethings wrong, And help you walk through doors. Raining Love They met by chance on a rainy day Both looking for shelter from the storm they smiled and exchanged a few words and felt a connection that was warm they decided to grab a cup of coffee and talk some more in a cozy place they discovered they had many things in common and enjoyed each other''s company and grace they kept in touch and saw each other often and soon realized their friendship turned to love they realized they were meant for each other Taken from Royal Road, this narrative should be reported if found on Amazon. and thanked the heavens above They faced some challenges and obstacles but they never gave up on their bond They supported and respected one another and grew closer as time went on they decided to make a life-long commitment and celebrate their love they exchanged their rings and vows with joy and promised to stay together till the end They lived happily ever after in harmony and cherished every moment they shared they were grateful for finding each other and for the love that they declared scattered papers(when he was a girl) Papers scatter ''round the halls, Sticking to him as he spins and twirls Haunted by his own memories of when he was a girl Scattered papers, all of pictures Stolen story; please report. Skirts, necklaces, dresses, and bows All girly things he wore in distant memories of when he was a girl A scanty drawing flying past catches the boys attention Of a young stick girl and her mother Bows earrings and skirts decorate the barely drawn women Both dawned in high-heeled slippers Easily he catches the drawing and holds it closer to his face To wonder who the little girl is With a dead name he used to use Scattered papers stop and still As he stops his frantic twisting spirals Gazing at the older woman he knew Whom he once called his mother. Dancing Flowers Flowers decorate fields But her bright colored petals scatter Gentle blowing breezes Helps the flower girl sway Her stem carefully bends like bowing head If you encounter this story on Amazon, note that it''s taken without permission from the author. Report it. While leaves turn ''round like arms The green steady pole Her head gently dips As her petals face the ground At last winter has come To end the flower girls dance But more dancers fill her place Dressed in soft cloth white as snow Twirling gently to the ground And lay silently on the ground Birds stand by to watch the show As frozen dancers touch the ground The willow has dropped her green flowing dress And dawned her black leotards The white foxes have dropped their black fur coats And dance with the snow on the ice Wolf dancers run to join Winters graceful dance And the flower girl watches it all. from the now icy backstage I thought that would last. We both liked moths, and simply taking naps. We both liked looking at the stars, and we both liked dogs. And we liked the same classes, and we listened to the same songs. But i suppose i wasn''t good enough, and i suppose i never will be. We could text each other for hours, and you would listen to what i had to say. But i guess i wasn''t good enough, and i guess i never will be. So here''s my apology letter, though i don''t know what i did. Was it how much i talked? Or how quiet i could be? Was it my undecided personality? Or my loud, barking laugh? You stole my heart like a goddamn thief, and crushed it flat. I bore my mind to you, hoping you would except the cracks on it. The genuine version of this novel can be found on another site. Support the author by reading it there. And for a short while, i thought you did. For a month, not even a month, i hoped you loved me too. We liked looking at the moon, and you stole my second, "I love you," You told me we could just stay friends, that you just needed a break, you said we could get back together, that you would come back to me. But this was all less than an hour ago. My brain is telling me not to listen, that you won''t come back, you''ve left forever. My heart is saying you''ll come back eventually, that you didn''t lie to me, My friends are telling me to walk away. My heart is telling me to never leave, My brain is screaming between the two. Because you told me you''d be there. And that you''d always love me. I thought we would last, I thought we had something, And i''m happy. I''m happy your taking care of yourself, I''m glad your going to be happy. I just wish i could''ve been there with you.