:Distorted Beauty

"Our World of Parts"

From a distance, deep within, I believe characters beckon me.

They say:

Come with me

Into my world

Where the ring posts are never the limit

And just because we'll live by ropes

Doesn't mean we'll live restricted

If we please we will

Seize opportunities and surely own it

I am your masterpiece

And I promise we'll live life as you've never known it

So where do you want to go?

Yes, I know housing that sits on lakes that glow

And we'll spend a little more than change

Listen to the world scream our name

Have unknown people shout, "I love you'

Then marry a really down-to-earth dude

And we'll do this all with a tee and some ripped jeans

Never forgetting what it means to be humble

Mikayla this is our discombobulated sonnet

With I, you'll never forget what it means to be wanted.

Come with me

Into my world

On a couch coated with genuine leather

Where everything some how some way comes together

People they'll doubt, and they'll doubt every time

But we'll prove them wrong as surely as this rhyme

We'll score touchdowns

And ignite deception

Turning everyone's bad

Misconception

We'll limp over the finish line together

And survive the most horrendous weather

And when the pain sets like the evening sun

You and me, Mikayla will toast to a job well done

Come with me

To my most dreaded past

Where ahead lies a humongous task

The dangers are the most dangerous by far

But if we hold on, we might discover who we are

We'll uncover secret curses and unlock new power

Grow stronger and more aware of ourselves by the hour

And you'll never again wonder if you can

because this time, Mikayla, the power will be in our hands.

Come with me

To a smoky city with high-top roofs and unsolved mysteries

Along with a story that has a haunted history

You will travel with me to my school campus

And together we will try and figure out who the killer is

We'll throw on mask and then roam the night

And I trust that when we get into great plights

That you will continue to write us out of the scary situation

And we'll end Mikayla, with less harm and more revelation

Then I close the book.

Put a period on every idea, every one.

Kiss every character.

I let my pencil run.

I take their beckons.

For the real work has truly begun.

I write their stories--considering their requests done.