Ghosts

Names remain but faces gone

Like ships lost out at sea.

I wonder if I am a ghost to them,

Like they are a ghost to me.

Faces there without a name

Inside my memory,

I wonder if I am a ghost to them,

Like they are a ghost to me.

People from my past are there,

Somewhere.

They visit me inside my dreams.

Though distant in my mind, I know they're there.

Somewhere.

They wait for me.

Copyright September 15, 2014 by Christina Gatchel. This post may not be copied or reproduced without express permission from the author.

The mirror

I passed my mirror on the wall,

It stood so proud and strong and tall.

And as I watched, it spoke to me,

"Child, what do you think of me?"

The mirror took me by surprise,

And as I stared in my own eyes,

I said, a little shakily,

"Mirror, what do you wish to be?"

The mirror said, "I wish that I

Could travel under the big blue sky,

and see everything there is to see,

And that is all I wish to be."

I pressed my palm on his design,

And said, "You suit our house just fine.

But mirror, could you please tell me,

when I grow up, what will I be?"

My reflection smiled wide,

A little gleam inside my eye.

"You will be just who you are,

A beautiful girl, a shining star,

But persevere, and do not bend,

Lest your dreams come to an end."

I told him, "You speak such strange words,

How can you know what you've never heard?"

My friend, the mirror, winked at me.

"One day, maybe, you will see."

Copyright September 8, 2014 by Christina Gatchel. This post may not be copied or reproduced without express permission from the author.

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Scattered thoughts: Skies

Where I live, the sky shines bright and blue all day long.

Where I live, clouds are mere wisps of white that float like feathers, swift and light.

But now winter is coming, and large, billowing capes of clouds spread across the sky,

but I don't mind.

If you look hard enough, you can see the tears in the fabric of floating rain.

If you climb a mountain, you can see the light shining through the gaps,

like God's fingers stretching from heaven.

I remember when the skies were so big and full,

I would lay in the grass and just gaze at the heavens,

and the sky looked like a giant bowl placed over the earth.

Where I live, the sun beats down with nothing to hide the glare from the cracked and dusty ground.

Cars that should have gleamed stand dry and dusty in the parking lots.

That's why I don't mind when the clouds arrive,

and the giant ball of light that floats in the air  is veiled.

That's why when the rain falls in sheets,

and the thunder is roaring,

and bolts of lightning fall to the ground,

I smile.

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Sunset

Sunset

Black winged shadows take flight over land,

Shrouding the earth in a veil of darkness.

Cold fingers grasping, withered hand,

Creeping stealthily, filling every crevice.

While high in the air, an orb of light,

Descends from her mighty throne,

And her pale brother takes flight,

But in midst of the stars, he's alone.

Copyright Aug. 30, 2014 by Christina Gatchel

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Clantine

Clantine is the main character from Dragon Academy.

Type of Dragon: Fire
Career: Protector
Age: Hatchling at the beginning of Dragon Academy
Parents: Armangato and Flamedrake
Siblings: Willowill and Amnia
Favorite saying: "If I'm going to die, I'm going to die fighting. After all, what have I got to lose?"


Copyright Aug. 30, 2014 by Christina Gatchel
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Storm

Lighting flashing through the clouds,

There one second, then it's gone,

Thunder booming as though saying

See our power, see it strong.

See the lightning bring down buildings,

See the thunder deafen men,

Watch the rain flood streets and alleys,

watch the clouds that never end.

See the sun that cannot cut through

all the darkness we can bring,

Feel the rain that makes a song,

A beating rhythm for storms to sing.

Feel the power of the storm,

Feel the water drench your head,

See the lightning, there one second,

watch the clouds that never end.

Copyright Aug. 30, 2014 by Christina Gatchel

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