Perhaps Stories

Perhaps never known true By james a. galgano Cruel fate awaits no one least of not foolish me. For here my lonely heart and soul unwavering clings to somewhere some humanity Crying in the wings of someone else's shadows which like curtains often drop to hide the sun we never wish to see. While we often linger here for one reply do or die in all its inevitability unread While age clouds every moment, we dare not read for fear ridicule may welcome in alarming force of dread Was it something we wrote maybe something we said that was not quite right for you? Did you read every word written or was it out of your boundaries or undue a response you sought? Or were you there in the web of time at last caught searching for some sort of escape? Perhaps maybe it was just a cruel fate found we never had one chance to forego. Yet if it were this simple, why would we both here reading this poem of words or maybe woe. Maybe if we had to read what was written more clearly than we would know. But don't hold your breadth it only hides both of our weaknesses beneath whose unnamed cloud we might still never know ...true

I hope to make more of these books I really do hope so wish me luck!

After the events of Miniforce: Super Dino Power, the team takes a well deserved break from the chaos of transforming monsters as winter rolls around. Suddenly, in the first week of December, Blue City is covered in a blanket of soft, glittering snow. And ice. Lots of snow and ice. And it sure is getting colder here. That certainly wasn't normal... was it? Before long, the entire peninsula is facing fearsome blizzards and endless tundras. Under the guidance of their new allies, the Academy's own Professor Lightfoot, and a mysterious, haunting voice, the Miniforce prepare to unravel this chilling puzzle and stop whoever is behind it.

A poem about sacrifice, and how not everything is black and white. There is always some grey, some in between. Always a maybe. A perhaps. I don't actually talk about black and white in the poem. It's more about whether you would choose someone else over yourself. What I mean by 'grey' and 'perhaps' is that, there is always more than one answer, a million possibilities. And that it all depends on you.