Do Not Be Afraid Of Your Strength

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Do not be afraid of your strength
Learn to love yourself & all forms
There’s peace within the text
Embrace ideas as they swarm
Take a walk into the fields
Go further, down where the fairies reside
Take time to learn the dwarves’ names
When you return you’ll be bonafide
Write what your soul has digested
Tell us the stories living up within
Once you become young
That’s the exact moment life will begin

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The Best Coffee Ever.

“No, you have to pour more in.”

“This is okay. You don’t want to use too much.”

“The color is off.”

“I’m getting there.”

“Okay, I think it is time to stir.”

“Yeah, I think so.”

The elves were perched upon his old coffee mug. Together they were stirring the creamer in with all their collective strength. Their small hands gripping the wooden spoon, careful not to fall into the steaming liquid concoction below.

“What do you think?”

“It looks good.”

“Yeah, that looks to be the right combination.”

“We better go.”

“Yeah, he’ll be up soon.”

 

The man walked into his dimly lit kitchen, rubbing his eyes. His glasses were propped up over his brow. He stood in the doorway, clothed in his usual plaid pajama pants and v-neck undershirt.

Every morning was the same. He came into the kitchen and mindlessly pressed the button on the coffeemaker. Then he watched the precious coffee fall into the pot, always anxious for the first cup.

His coffee was waiting for him. Confusion swept over him. He always had to make his own coffee. His knew his wife and children were still asleep. It would be a few hours before he had any company, even the dog remained curled up. He slowly walked in to investigate. It had the perfect coloring. He timidly touched the side of the cup. It was hot.

Within his peripheral, he noticed movement out on the back lawn. When he looked out there, he saw nothing. The man unlocked the door and stepped out into the calm morning air. He smiled and shook his head. He went back inside and enjoyed the best cup of coffee he ever had.

 
The End.

 

 

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When he stepped outside, the man noticed tiny footprints. There were a few blades of grass that were trampled just so. He noticed a slight iridescent glow to those peculiar blades. The footprints went across the lawn into his wife’s rose bushes. The man smiled. He hadn’t thought about them since he was a child.
The End.

 

*Originally posted on alternate blog.

Once Upon A Time

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Once upon a time
In the land of kings & crowns
Princesses spoke in rhymes
With a belief in magic to be found
Giant castle walls
Alligators living in the moats
Knights clanking big & tall
Gentlemen in handsome coats
The ladies sitting down for tea
Each with a jeweled pillow to sit
Dressed grandly in all their finery
Each wee lass of the proper etiquette
Fairies danced above their heads
Their wings spraying drops of glitter
Like a whisper as thin as thread
Laughter rising as the pixies flitter
Wonderful to sip from cups & plates
Smiles abound on everyone’s face
Much nicer when no one’s late
Together is the happiest place