Moonstar

Legacy of Moonstar

He lives among,

the world of ice. 

Has an oasis,

full of life.

When January comes,

to frost away,

he keeps his oasis,

at bay.

Who is he?

What is he? 

How does he live? 

These are all questions to ask yourself.

If you live in a desert,

hot and dry,

you’ve never felt,

the cold of true ice.

Please remember, 

the Legacy of Moonstar,

and understand the secret it contains.

Wild  Friendship 

A little child,

calm and clear,

is rubbing at her head.

A giant child,

strong and fierce,

is sitting in her bed.

The calm girl,

quiet as can be.

The fierce girl,

shouting at her knee.

This is a poem of meaning,

just like the last.

Just tell me their names, 

and they are to last.

Pristine,

Calm and Clear.

Antine,

Strong and Fierce.

“Let’s go play at the park,” says Pristine.

“I love the park,” shouts Antine. 

They run to the park. 

It’s a nice sunny day.

Pristine runs to the slide.

Antine hops on the swing.

An officer shows up,

later that day.

“Why do you have an umbrella?” Antine asks.

Pristine says, “To keep the rain away.”

(A year later.) 

Antine and Pristine are no longer friends.

A lie has been made.

A friendship falls away.

Have you ever asked yourself the question of:

Who am I?

What am I? 

What is existence?

Is it my friend?

If so, why are there so many problems ranging from black holes, to flies dying for no reason.

I guess I will never know.

So, I need answers of the great beyond. 

What is it?

Is it easy to survive?

Can we befriend it?

But most of all, will I survive it?

I guess I will never know.

Is it weird that I believe I can fly?

Is it weird that I believe in Magic?

Is it weird that I believe in witches, goblins, and fairies?

Is it weird that I believe in merchants, guards, and heroes?

Castles, empires, and palaces?

Multiple realities?

My family says so. 

My friends say so.

My teachers say so.

But the real question is, is it okay to believe?

I guess it’s not. 

If everyone else says no, then it must be wrong.

I’m wrong to believe. 

I’m wrong to see.

I’m wrong that I can fly above the clouds with magic powers and fight evil witches. 

I’m wrong that I protect fairies from goblins, and merchants from guards.

Heroes are only made up.

Castles are for dreamers.

Empires are for goners.

Palaces are not good.

There is no reality where magic exists.

But I once read this book.

It governed life.

And the only five words it said were:

It is okay to believe.

The Flower and the Bee

Once upon a time…

There was a rose.

And there was a bee.

He was the last bee in the world.

His name was Buzz.

The rose’s name was Rosy.

There was also a human named Chuck.

He stepped on the bee.

Chuck died later that day.

Please note

None of these poems are made by me, they are written by an author that goes by Moonstar