Creative Snapshots - Lady Adellandra Dratianos (best books for students to read txt) 📗

/> Extend my curiosities
To the extreme,
Quenching my thirst for
Love and attention.

You make my ultimate fantasies
Seem real
Enough to be written,
Yet fantastic
Enough to be kept secret.

I wish you would fulfill my desire,
Make me rush to you
Like a river from a recent shower,
Flowing from one end to the next!

I remember it was raining
When we first met at the
Special Olympics.
The drizzle made me s-h-i-v-e-r . . .
. . . wishing for a WARM embrace.

I could sense your trepidation of me.
You were nervous
Like a training runner
Anticipating his competition by a glance.

You didn't want to speak
When you saw me at the concession stand.
Instead,
I did it for you, my cheeks
Reddening from the chill
In the air.

As the day wore on, the football field
Emptied of its tired spectators.
For the high-school students,
The excitement was over and
Life goes on.

For us, we continued our conversation in the
Parking lot. I looked up to you as
A child looks up to an older brother,
Or a daughter looks up to her father.

Half-expecting you to sweep me off my feet in a
Romantic haze, you instead
Pointed me to the realities of love and life.

My head was in the clouds,
But you showed me the light.
I wish we were as innocent as we were
Back then, so we could
Start over like the fresh scent of a rain
Brings hope of tomorrow
To a thirsty rose.


Raindrops Fall
By: Adella DragonStar

Raindrops fall through hidden sorrows
Looking out for new tomorrows
Like the river rushing traces
As drops glisten toward new faces
A new thought is drawing nearer
The scent of dew is always clearer
Clean and fresh forbidden dreamers
Wetness hazes fellow screamers
The new day's dawning, maybe dying
Children laughing, playing, crying
Through happiness and the pain
There will always be the rain

Close my eyes and drift away
Listen to the raindrops play
A soothing tune, sweet melody
As life flies by gracefully
Quicken my thoughts to something new
Hoping to have a much better view
Of the love that I once knew
Gentle as the christening dew

Raindrops fall through hidden sorrows
Tell me –– is there no more tomorrows?
Live for the day I once was told
Before too soon, you'll be too old
As drops glisten toward new faces
We wonder where we're going places
Is there life before the rain?
We need the shelter from the pain.

Once in my life, I had known few
That knew exactly what to do
When sun is out from a morning shower
I begin to feel the power
Of words and wisdom's to name the few
I rush to the garden, to
Take a look at the dew
And see the true identity
Of how my life was meant to be.

Remember Me?
By: Adella DragonStar

I remember you; Do you remember me?
Back then we were so wild and free,
Years ago when it was just you and me.
I remember you; Do you remember me?

I remember when we were kids.
Back then, we did things you never did;
Saying the things you never said;
Yes, I remember when we were kids.

I remember a time when we were spiteful.
When the rebel in us was so delightful;
We'd bend the rules and play the fools,
But all in all, I remember.

I remember when college was more than a dream;
You and I were the perfect team;
Either studying or partying, we made the scene;
I remember you then, so long ago it seems.

I remember when we first parted, its sad;
Went our own separate ways, though it felt so bad;
I thought a lot of the friendship and laughter we had;
I remember how you never wrote, and that made me mad.

I look at you now, and remember your face;
The happiness you bring is all over the place;
Lost are your memories of me? Gone without a trace?
Dressed in satin, covered in lace.

I remember you. Now do you remember me?
Remember and think of the days we were free?
Can you picture my face? My warm embrace?
I ask of you today, Do you remember me?

A pause silences, the air is still.
Your voice rings out to me, sending a thrill,
Sending me hope in a world so sad and still.
I smile as I listen, and as you say the word I digress
-- "Yes."

Remember Magick?
By: Adella DragonStar

I remember you; Do you remember me?
Back then you were so wild and free,
Years ago when it was just you and me?
I remember you; Do you remember me?

I remember when you were a kid.
Back then, doing things you never did;
Saying the things you never said since;
Yes, I remember when you were kid.

I remember a time when you were spiteful.
When the Magick flowing in you was so delightful;
You'd bend the rules and play the fool,
But all in all, I remember.

I remember when college was more than a dream;
You and I were the perfect team;
Either casting or invoking, we made the scene;
I remember you then, so long ago it seems.

I remember when we first parted, its sad;
Went our own separate ways, though it felt so bad;
I thought a lot of the Magick and Love we had;
I remember how you never Spoke to me again, and that made me mad.

I look at you now, and remember your face;
The happiness you bring is all over the place;
Lost are your memories of Magick?
Do you not remember my warm embrace?

I remember you. Now do you remember me?
Remember and think of the days we were free?
Can you picture my face? My warm embrace?
I ask of you today, Do you remember me?

A pause silences, the air is still.
Your voice rings out to me, sending a thrill,
Sending me hope in a world so sad and still.
I smile as I listen, and as you say the word I digress
-- "Yes."

Tears to Come
Adella DragonStar, August 8th, 2003

I want the tears to come
I want it all said and done
I want everything I’ve never had
And nothing I’ve ever wanted
I want attention, not detainment
I want affection, not estrangement
I want the tears to come.

I don’t want to live on the run
I don’t want to fight to have fun
I don’t want anything but love
and I don’t want nothing I hate
I don’t care how it’s done
As long as it is done
I want to care how I’ve won
when it’s all said and done
I want to be someone
I want the tears to come.

Tests of Strength
Bonnie Slater, 10-28-98
Direct Address Poem

This is my Monday Ritual.
It may not sound like much, but it’s a
Chapter of my life.
Every morning, I work three miles away,
Riding a bike up a hill.
Monday is the beginning of another long,
Hard week.
Two miles behind me, I approach the
Hellish hill, groaning under my breath.
Thanks a lot, Dave. I silently curse him.
He wrecked my car, forcing me bike-bound.
It’s all because of you I’m here,
Freezing ears, running nose, wind in my hair
Making my eyes water. Then again, as I
Approach the hill’s incline in front of me,
It often tests my determination and
Personal strength. It was good for me,
I thought. I’m doing it for a very special person.
My baby daughter.
Signs of buildings make me focus.
If I can make it to that sign, I’ll be fine.
The next one, even better.
Last sign is atop the incline – the best.
Yes! I made it over the hill, and
I enjoy the speedy decline.
It’ll be more fun going back.

Tired of It All
by Adella DragonStar

Tired of being wrong,
when I know I’m right,
Tired of fighting
Tired of strife
Tired of living
Tired of life
Never knowing where to go
Never knowing what’s right.
Tired of being awake,
tired at morning light
Never enough rest
body’s put to the test
Emotions on a roller coaster
out of control
Tired of going out of my soul
Fleeing and dreaming
Fazing my mind
Out of this strange life
blind leading the blind
tired of it all
tired of taking the fall
back against nothing
locked against the wall
I’m just tired of it all.

The Unicorn
By: Adella DragonStar

I am the watcher of the night
Protector of your dream
I am the one to comfort you
Silencing your screams
I am Magick, I am love
I am a wish come true
I’’m anything you want me to be
I live inside of you
I am playful, I am bright,
I’’m magickal and fair
I am like a ray of sunshine
Blinding rain’’s discouraging glare
I am the watcher of the night
Soother of your screams
I am the mighty unicorn
Guardian of your dreams

The Unicorn Muse
By: Adella DragonStar

When I sit at my computer, my eyes wander,
Falling upon the unicorn statuette.
David gave that to me years ago, and since,
I've thought of it as my writer's muse.
Smiling, I recall that day. Dave surprised me
With a package that teased my curiosity.
I nearly knocked him over when I opened it
To find a ceramic unicorn with
Purple eyes and an opalescent jewel on its
Head beneath the horn.
The emotion burst from the pit of my stomach
To my mouth, making him take a step back as I
Hug him excitedly.
Now, I stare at the statuette.
I have always loved the fantastic ––
especially the mighty unicorns, and think
Of myself as one –– mysterious and mystical.
The unicorn sits on the desk, gazing
At me with it's violet eyes.
I take a deep breath and return to my work,
Newly relaxed an inspired as the delighted unicorn
Prances happily in the wood,
Elated to be alive in many children's dreams.


United We Stand
united we stand,
to the stars, hand in hand,
in our deaths to our new lives we will go.
for my heart would not
be able to go on without yours

We are Witches
By: Adella DragonStar

We are the ones that haunt your thoughts,
Your very dreams at night.
We are the ones society hates with passion,
When something is wrong in life.
According to you, we rape your children,
And sacrifice your wife.
We curse those who hurt us, albeit with delight.
We worship the epitome of evils,
Satan, I believe is his name.
We lie, we cheat, we steal, you say,
We're clever in the devilish way.
I could go on, but rather not, for
None of the rumors and stories are true.
I intend to tell you what we are.
Witches are me, and could be you.
There is a bright side to every sad day,
Just as there is good to bad.
We are not evil, cass or strange,
Only misunderstood.
Inside, we're pure of heart and mind,
and like all humans, bad and good.
Balance is the key to a Witch,
To stay so is hard to do.
All in all, we are human, through and through.
We are loving and gentle, yet harsh at times,
We are the ones who dwell with Earth,
Dabbling in mental powers,
Giving the Gods all