Finding Dimytree

Emry was no longer the same,
his words were stolen from his vocabulary,
and his strength was ripped from him.

He still stands in the same spot.
The very spot where he rescued a little girl;
whom he fell in love with,
Sonny.

Sonny was lost in the ocean,
trapped inside the belly of the Horned Shark.
Emry believed she was forever lost.
Lost like Dimytree; Irene's Love.

Sonny found Dimytree;
badly wounded, surviving off of fish in the Horned Sharks' belly.
She had a scratch and a missing shoe.

They talked about the ones they loved,
wish to be back home,
instead they sit there waiting for their chance to escape.

Emry's Heartache

When Emry lost Sonny,
he stopped growing.
Sonny disappeared into the belly of the Horned Shark.
He warned her about swimming with the mermaids,
told her to stay close to the shore;
but she wondered off with Irene.

Irene was in love with Dimytree.
Two months ago Dimytree was attacked,
all Irene found was his necklace and a cracked horn.
She knew it meant only one thing;
The Horned Shark.

Emry started losing his leaves,
no leaves starting fresh,
his branches breaking as the wind raced passed him.
He stood by the ocean; day by day,
hoping for Sonny to come swimming out of the tides.

The day that Irene came back alone,
he knew something happened.
Irene had that same look when she lost Dimytree.

Emry now felt how Irene did.
He no longer could cradle or carry Sonny to home,
or brush the leaves and twigs from her face.

He was beginning to tell her how he felt,
contemplating how he should tell her.
Would she love a tree?
It would never work.

Heartache overcame Emry and the forrest he once roamed with Sonny.
Soon he was not able to travel far,
he set his mind to wait where he first met her,
in hopes she will come home.

Sonny's World

Sonny is 12,
she has long brown hair,
light brown eyes,
and the color of her skin is like coffee with a dash of cream.

Sonny carries her three books;
horror,
fantasy,
and a photo book.

The photo book contains pictures of her walking through nature.
Leaves,
snow and the rain.

She lives in her own little world,
fighting beasts and dragons.
Learning to fly and swim with the mermaids.

Sonny travels with Emry,
Emry found Sonny when she had lost her way home.
Emry is a tree; tall, orange now that the season has changed,
but still strong enough to protect her.

Emry watched her from afar before they met,
he loved that way her hair flew from her face;
the way she fought off the red dragon
without the help of a prince.

As soon as Sonny lost her way,
he wanted to be the one to guide her.
Sonny had her sword,
cautious about the trees moving, she swung.
That day Emry got a new haircut and a friend.

Everyday Sonny goes out with her books,
sits on his branches; like he's cradling her,
and she reads.

Emry never really liked horror,
if there happens to be a survivor in the end,
he tells Sonny "that's you."

Sonny loves to read the fantasy book,
love stories filled with princes & princesses,
especially living a happily ever after.

As it gets late she falls asleep,
Emry carries her home each night,
taking in her scent and brushing his leaves from her face.

Sonny mumbles goodnight,
and curls up in her bed.
Emry listens to her sleep,
then listens to her mumble "I wish I could be a tree"

Continued...

What You've Done

He pushed me away,
thought it was funny to see me cry,
sat there laughing,
blocking me from exiting out of his life.

I laid in his bed,
drugged off of his spell.
I hear her in the other room.

You go on like I dont hear you,
I walk around the room,
days go by; quicker never slow.

The darkness lurks close by,
I smell her on my pillow;
her lipstick kisses on the mirror.

You pushed me away,
still you wont let me leave.
My friends won't even come over,
haven't seen my family either,
they believe I'm in Alaska.
My job was very demanding.

The bruise on my face hasn't healed,
she still returns;
not knowing the things you do.

As the days go by
I start to forget myself;
My name, My Family, and even your name.

As everyone forgets me,
I become more attached to you,
remembering the arguments; the fights.

I'm fighting to get out,
but still in the end;
no one will know, that I'm lifeless in your attic.
No longer able to return.