Hello everyone. I am Shannon. No, this is not a thread where I post my poetry. This is where Miss Malfoy, a very talented young lady, will post her poetry. She's really good, though she won't admit it. But, I think with this thread I am making for her, she will come out of her shell and see that she writes beautifully and that she can touch the world with her very lovely poems...

To you Mal.

Love,
Shannon

Flying Alone with Holes in my wings

Flying alone
wth holes in my wings
My innocense tingles on the inside
with my maturity keeping me
airborn.

Flying alone
with holes in my wings.
I hear the people down below hating me for who I am
and what I have become.

Flying alone
with holes in my wings.
I hear the gun
and the bullet screaming past my ear.
It is she, my own blood and
down the line, the one who fires
piercing another hole inside
my creative mind.

And yet, she's not the only one
who have killing machines in hand
and malice in their hearts.
I pray to the heavens, in which
I soar in, to give me something,
anything, to make them understand.

Flying alone
with repaired wings
sewn with silver thread.
It tells them something, as I hoped it would,
they can't change me on the inside
even when they try on the outside.

Fairy Dance

I remember it like it was yesterday.
I was between the ages of five and seven,
and everything had an innocent meaning.
It was the day the ran beat down hard
and the first time I saw magic.

And there I was, sitting on a stool,
bored and restless.
My mind wondering to to other worlds-
I saw it.
Near the bushes came the most beautiful
light I had ever seen.

They came in all colors,
their wings made of rainbow.
They flew to the puddles
and started to dance,
making tiny little dents in the smooth surface.

I couldn't believe my eyes.
I ran to my room and grabbed my rain coat
wanting to see up close.
I opened the door and rushed out,
but they didn't mind.
They kept on dancing, their wings
mixing together.

I went to the largest group of fairies
and bent down.
They liked having an audience.
I put my hands in the water
and scooped some up.
Some fairies danced in my hand and I
screamed with delight.

The sun came out and the fairies departed,
leaving behind a long path of rainbow across the sky
for me to follow.