CaitlinWebb1

I'm one to believe that inside a dream
          	Is a gift you'll receive that'll push you to beam.
          	The visions you've had and the peaks you've reached
          	Will be worth the precision and limits breached.
          	
          	
          	The gift is a desire; a desire to imagine.
          	To imagine the fire within the dragon.
          	The determination inside your heart,
          	It shows a nation that won't fall apart.
          	
          	
          	Limits aren't real; they're merely words.
          	Words that appeal to the mocking birds.
          	They 're distractions that won't let you progress.
          	You're the main attraction, so there's no need to stress.
          	
          	
          	These attractions and breaches and words
          	That go with the distractions and reaches and birds;
          	They're all within the gift in your dream.
          	Do you believe that you'll receive a reason to beam?
          	
          	~This is a poem from my collection of short poems (A Dreamer's Point of View).~

CaitlinWebb1

I'm one to believe that inside a dream
          Is a gift you'll receive that'll push you to beam.
          The visions you've had and the peaks you've reached
          Will be worth the precision and limits breached.
          
          
          The gift is a desire; a desire to imagine.
          To imagine the fire within the dragon.
          The determination inside your heart,
          It shows a nation that won't fall apart.
          
          
          Limits aren't real; they're merely words.
          Words that appeal to the mocking birds.
          They 're distractions that won't let you progress.
          You're the main attraction, so there's no need to stress.
          
          
          These attractions and breaches and words
          That go with the distractions and reaches and birds;
          They're all within the gift in your dream.
          Do you believe that you'll receive a reason to beam?
          
          ~This is a poem from my collection of short poems (A Dreamer's Point of View).~

CaitlinWebb1

My father had waited over eighteen years for this day.
          
          Training me in black magic, showing me how to properly make deals with people without them realizing the catch, and telling me about all the brainless victims he reeled in. He told me about his friends and how I had to talk to them whenever I did my tricks, and he told me that they were my friends too. I asked my father why I couldn't see these friends. He just told me that they lived on the other side. I accepted that.
          
          That was my entire childhood. I didn't talk with other children my age, or even meet any in that matter. I was home schooled, and whenever we went out, my father made sure that I didn't talk to anybody. If anyone tried to talk to me, he would answer them before I had a chance to. Every time I asked him why, he said I wasn't ready.
          
          So I kept my mouth shut.
          
          
          ~This is a teaser for an upcoming book. It may be released soon.~