Book of Creative Snapshots by Lady Adellandra Dratianos (phonics readers TXT) 📖

/> Deep Thoughts of Darkened Loves
By: Adella DragonStar

Tear from your eyes of pain
What's truly mine to see
Don't listen to the voices
Telling you to care for me.
Forget about my silver eyes
And my luscious hair of gold
Just listen to your mind that tells you
All you need to be told.

Fly away from hope and above
Don't dare to tread on thee
For I wish not to be loved
Why should you care for me?
Forget about my laughs and smiles
There will be none no more
Be careful where true beauty lies
Beneath, I'm rotten to the core.

There is nothing you can say
To set my heart at ease
Don't care about my restless self
Don't make me beg you, please.
It's hard enough to care for myself
When other's are in pain.
When not every one is happy
Don't you feel the same?

Or are you in that stubborn stage
Where dreams can come true.
I could say they can and would
But I would be lying to you.
Think of me when you sleep at night
If that will dull the pain.
When it pours of loneliness,
I hope you feel the rain.

The Dragon
-- Adella DragonStar

I am the protector of the weak
With magick in my eyes
A simple breath of fire from me
Would be a big surprise
I will guide your given path
When you need a hand
Just call upon your inner self
To help you understand
When times of life are sad for you
And nothing at all goes right
Call upon me to get you through
I'll help you in the night
My job is to protect and guide
Teaching rights from wrongs
Helping you to harness powers
Steering you all along
I am the mighty dragon
So magickal and true
Whenever you need a dragon
I'll always be there for you.

Empty
By: Adella DragonStar

I feel empty without you
You are the one I love more than myself.
I can't believe you're gone
When will I see you again?
It's been weeks, feels like years
What do you look like now?
I know you're still pretty
I know you still have bright, blue eyes.

Do you still laugh the way you did?
Do you play the way that makes me smile?
Do you even remember me? Remember my name?
My face, my love and warm embrace?
So many questions fill my head...
No answers, though.

I am empty and won't be full until I have you
Beside me
By me
Laughing with me.
Crying for me,
Longing for my embrace...

I long for your touch, and the smile
On your face

What are you doing now, I wonder, as I
Lay awake at night.
A dark depression has come over me.
Since you've been gone.
I miss you.

Escape:
never-ending battles of every-day life
never seem to glisten.
Everything I do or try to do,
or write, or think about,
I drift off into an other-wise forbidden world.
perfection is the key to opening the doors.
But how can we open the door without a key?
Seems that all of us need to be somewhere else,
sometime else,something goes. Everybody escapes.
But how do they do it?
Most of what I write goes in the laundry, or garbage.
Worthless, hopeless, wistless,listless is I
Where, how, what, when, and who am I exactly?
Just a tiny part of the human society?
Just a speck of dust in an otherwise empty universe?
Questions need answers, and there aren't any that suffice.
I guess escaping to the perfect world in my mind
even has its price.
But I must pay my dues, my dear,
or very much sadly fear
the worst.
My own death.
Now do we Escape?
--- Bonnie L. Slater
February 7, 1994
10:30pm

Faerie’s Anthem
by Adella DragonStar

We Come Upon The Midnight Hour
Finding We Have A Dream World Power
What Was Once Sweet Will Turn Sour
Be Aware, or Your Magic Will Be Devoured
Listen Closely To My Plight
This Spell Will Be Your Fright
Be Careful, Not To Crave Vile Witches’ Delight
Or You Will Never Wake to See First Light

Family Connections
November 28, 1999

I have so many things in me
From every member of my family
Spunk, music, wit, creativity
All from my elaborate family

The perfection I got from my mother’s father
Whom dated everything he ever bought or owned.
Every pencil, pen, and pad had a date.
He used to be in the service, until he met his wife.

The music from the other father’s father
Whom loved singing to the classical orchestra bands.
He worked two jobs to support three kids –
One of which was my dad.

The creativity in writing from my mother’s mother
Who once worked as a secretary to the highest court of men.
During a time when money was short
And humor was high.

The wit and humor from my father’s mother,
Who worked in a plant for the longest time.
She came all the way from England when she was young.
English humor is always best served fresh. (Again and again . . . )

The electronically-inclined I got from my father
Who works hard for his money.
Supporting two kids and a home with a view.
Tried his best to be around when I needed him.

The petite-side of me, came from my mother,
Who, on her own, supported me and my sister
Didn’t know then how much I cared about her.
I was a rebel, in a crazy-I-hate-my-life stage.

The dancing from my cousin
Who showed me that I could do it if I tried.
We used to be the best of friends,
Then we grew up.

There are so many sides of me,
No need to wonder why
From all of them, there came a me.
I’ll live with ‘til the day I die.
Though harsh at times, they’re my family
Who taught me all I know
To live in the world with harmony
To learn, and love, and grow.

Fire is.

Fire is power, fire is grace
Fire is destruction, fire is race
Race against time, race against reason
Fire is the blaze of all four seasons
Warmth and comfort, light and life
Fire is energy bright
Where there's fire, there's flame
The burning bright reasons
For life and fame.
The candle burns, the memory turns
Fire within every life learns.
Fire the element is awash with delight
Fire Burns, Fire's Flame, Fire's bright the night
when one's lost in dark's name.
Fire to the earth is rebirth and flight
Moves quick to destroy, warms quick when lit right.
When man wrongs man, there's fire to fight
Destruction of old and dead leaves stench of the Fire's Flight.

“Forgive Me”
-- Adella Moon DragonStar, March 15, 2005

How could I have done it?
How could I have taken it so far?
When the weathered storm was over,
I mislead and broke their hearts.

The Dreams may come and go,
The hurt and pain is there.
For I led them astray,
And too far to care.

It has always been a part of me
The loss the faith the mystery
The havens above and hells below
Dare I try to even know?

I know what I did was wrong
Despite the pain
When the storm was over,
There was I with the rain.

I washed their hearts of hurts,
But covered them you see
For what I did is unforgiving,
And I hope you could forgive me.

Dreams and Tales,
Truth and reals,
I shouldn’t have done it
I shouldn’t have to Feel.

Now take me to the mighty oak,
And hang me until dead
I swing in the winter winds
For what I did to dear friends.

I would hate to lose them,
But it was a part of me.
There was something I know I did wrong,
But why did I have to let it be?

I could have done so many things,
I could have said this and that,
So the charade had not gotten too far,
I should have told them who we are.

Magickal, Beliefs, Trust and Faith
I have lost all of those in your eyes.
I confess it is all too late.
You caught on to the charade.

Shall I go on with apologies,
When all I ask is for a second chance,
I never meant to hurt my Family
It was just something I had to make dance.

But since it didn’t work,
I should have stopped it there,
I should have listened to my heart
I shouldn’t have pretended not to care.

Friends

They're the one's who
stand beside you,
And guide your every move.
They're the one's who
are always there
To lend a helping hand.
Friends care,
share,
Always where you are.
But what are they to me?

Friends are people you can trust with your life
With your love,
with yourself...secrets shared by all
Laughter and tears
Spent through the years...
Still I ask...
What are they to me?

I've learned a lot in my life, and still I struggle
Holding on to my pride takes my soul a while to grasp
Life is just a game to some, all alone I struggle
Maybe it would be better if Friends were all I could ask.

From the Inside
Locked up in a hidden world
Away from the pain from the outside
All alone with no one to turn to
There is no hope of survival.

Depression hits like a rock to the head
Sometimes we wish we’d be better off dead
There is a place I know about
Where there is no pain
Where there is shelter from the rain
Away from the outside

Penned up .... No escape
From the Inside.

Frustrated
by Adella DragonStar

What's with you?
Nothing, why?
I've been waiting on these
cold steps for half an hour!
You knew you had to pick me up!
Sorry. I forgot. Please, calm down.
I won't!
I'm here now, aren't I?
Yeah, so? You could have told
me you were running late!
What if --?
What excuse have you for me now?
Traffic. Look, I told you I forgot.
Let's leave it at that.
Why should I?
Why? Because I love you, stupid.
I love you, too. I'm sorry.
For what?
For being mean. You know how I am.
You know what I love about you?
What's that?
You're direct and honest.
Thanks, I guess.
Anytime.

Give Me a Dream
Give me a dream
Give me a sign
Give me something
Please let me know
What's on your mind
I'll hold you now
Here in my arms
Safe from the fears
Known to the world
Given your charms
Is there something
So little it seems
Give me a sign
Give me a dream

Glimpses of Myself
by Adella DragonStar

I shall return to darkness.
I shall return to pain
That is which comforts me.
Why do I always do this to myself
Why am I always the one to feel the hurt
of yesterdays gone.

Darkness is my only friend
Hatred is my ally
The Magic that grows inside me is dark
Which makes me as such.
This is the only plea for help.

Can I have love to dull the pain
and take away empty sorrow?
My body like a corpse,
unfeeling, empty, hollow.
My soul confused of all life hands out to me.
My wishes never heard.

I wish for sanity, yet