My poems and short stories

Lilypad.

The clouds formed ever so slowly in the sky, creating the image of a silhouette that would disappear when the light rose again. A subtle breeze through the tall grass picked up petals from the daisies in the flower field and rose them up to heaven as a treat to the gods. The trees brushing up against each other, hoping for warmth in the cold temperature. And in front, a rising city with glowing lights from miles away, fluorescent of the small girl's pale skin. It was an overwhelming sight, a new place, who knew what was below her—the mysteries, the people, the stores, arcades, karaoke, clubs, and scents. Not to forget the cold hard concrete people were rushing across to get to work or back home while the sky became full of dark, scary clouds. The little girl wished to fly because her bare feet could only take her so far in the first place. If she could fly above the clouds and up to space, she'd realize she's already a star.

Perhaps she already knew. She wished for always above this world, far away from what lay on the dirt ground, covered in mud and ants. She'd traveled the world to figure out that this world was not enough, whether thoughts be more dark and sinister or as bright as a lily under the shimmering sun.

Not even God could tell you what she wanted.

The little girl herself was already getting closer and closer to the edge as she looked down. Every small footstep, just like they were her first. Every step hurt as the glass that'd gotten stuck in her foot dug in deeper and deeper—her stained white dress following the wind that tried to pull her back.

She giggled miserably if doing so was even a thing.

Up above, a moon that ignored her. Like any typical girl, this made her angry. She ran back to the other edge of the building, her fists clenched. She opened her mouth for a moment, gritting her teeth. "I'm not scared!!" She screamed, running forward, faster and faster to the other edge. Right at the end, she jumped, higher than anyone ever could. Her hand held out to the stars above her, gripping tightly when she began falling. Right then, as if on time, she felt a raindrop hit the tip of her nose as she fell multiple stories down. She heard the screams from below, her expression smiling ever so slightly in the fondness of rejection.

Almost an inch before landing, wings, pure white and large, burst out her back, feathers flying down onto the pavement as she was brought safely to the ground where she laid. She blinked a couple of times in disbelief. Not because of the people surrounding her in utter shock and terrified. She got up in excitement. She was ignoring the blood gushing out of her stomach and staining the wings in a dark red. She lifted her feet from the ground, feeling them suddenly become weightless as her wings began moving slowly. Her weight left her ever so slightly, and she began flying up, ignoring the below her and focusing on the stars. She held her hand up once again, but this time was getting closer and closer. Maybe, just maybe, what she wanted was up there. She believed in it solely. Every given moment, her vision grew foggier as she reached above the clouds and beyond the atmosphere. She felt the glass shards stuck in her calves and feet loosening and falling out behind her. Closer and closer to the stars that shined so brightly, beautiful colors were shining so beautifully. Her eyes glowed with a passing highlight in them, a brighter blue than before. The warmth rose upon her body as she reached it, a beautiful star, just like she was. Forever and ever a part of her, with no more words to leave her mouth and nothing left to do. If you look above you, the brightest star in the sky you see is her, shining brightly and beautifully above you, giving you at least a little bit of light on a cold night. No matter where you are or who you are, she'll reach you in one way or another. Her name is Lily, Lilypad.