Nightly News

Every night I find my eyes glued to a flickering screen full of bobble headed puppets filling the airwaves with brainwashing propaganda. Their damaging words fly as arrows to the hearts and minds of the empty headed. Thirsty for whatever information they can receive, these fools suck down any half truths they can possibly dig their greedy fangs into. Indifferent to the damage they cause, the marionettes play on with strings being pulled by the same hands that distribute the cash. Pawns of the wealthy, they trade truth for recognition and deny the naive the chance to think on their own.

Waste Away

Take note. You are one of the lucky few that get to behold this event. How many can say that they have witnessed the death of a dream? Do not mourn this moment; rather rejoice that my timid spirit has finally begun to stand on its own. It no longer needs a phantom from the past to prop it up. What was meant to have been laid to rest long ago has finally begun to fade, now that my mind has found comfort in the openness of my future. Youthful fantasies that I once held on to so tightly now seem like no more than a silly tale of a lost and lonely girl. More and more every day, the fear that forced me to hold on diminishes. In its place I have finally found the peace and closure I have so long required.

Soldier

Even though the well rehearsed scene has been played out many times before, my eyes continue to burn with the pain of your departure. Although I drown in unexpected tears, I still feel pride as you walk away. For now you walk the path of a hero. Far from your mind is the distress in your own place; now your heart and your mind exist to protect them. In a world of dangerous chaos, you don your invisible shield and head out into the darkened war of human survival. Without fear, you place the needs of the damaged innocent far before your very own. Always a shining knight, you defy the stabbing words of those who so easily critique the bravery that they would never show. Their verbal pebbles bounce off your silver armor and only add to the strength you constantly maintain. Never allow those ignorant onlookers to defile the courageousness that you and all your brothers show. Champions in an unappreciative world, you will always be my heroes.

Distance

Though we may be inches apart, it might as well be miles; as the zone between us must stay forbidden. Neither gentle touch nor sweet caress can pass when ever watchful eyes are always near. In my mind I can overcome these impediments. There I possess magic to create wings made of silver wishes and golden threads that will allow me to fly over the massive invisible wall that constantly divides us. However, my simple desire is no match for the impenetrable force that is determined to keep us apart. Perhaps cruel fate proves it cannot be defied.