Cracks in the Porcelain Girl

I used to sit at home and think,
I would stare at a blank page for hours,
while images and words, tales and adventures, would consume me.
The page was the only thing that understood and allowed these eyes to see.

I have too many stories to write,
too many lives to live,
too many places to go, it seems that its all stuck inside the four walls that is my mind.
I walk around trying constantly trying to be a thousand other people at once.
So I'm exhausted, I am my own canvas,
filled up to the brim with ideas, thoughts and voices that will probably never be heard.

The pen, an attached limb,
an appendage of another kind.
Pumping ink through these veins of mine,
words leaking from my pores and it is still not enough.

Calloused fingers,
writing my with my soul, my essence.
Night only lit by the moon,
my message heard by the universe,
changing lives from the function of your ears.

There is too many stories to be told,
too many lives to live, too many places to go.
I am a canvas, even when I am blank I am never empty.

-Sincerely Fay,

Sky Talk

Orange with streaks of pink becomes the sky,
sometimes shades of blue with hues of purple.

Sun sets in this city,
high rise buildings shadow grow and shrink.

Sun sets in these mountains,
peaks that shrouds us in nature.

Stars find their homes tonight,
the black sky and all its beauty.

The moon hangs in the sky,
showing itself to its children in the day,
 to earths children at night.

The wolves howl to the sky in the deserts, mountains, and forests.
The owl hoots, rotating to see all of the world.

The north star shines to show the path to freedom.
The stars reflect maps to worlds- old and new.
Hopes and dreams ascend up like smoke signals,
The sky tells us who we are,
where we've been.

Sit and close your eyes,
a tale is being told, listen as the sky talks.

-Sincerely Fay,

Art of Storytelling

Crafted from the depths of souls,
shaped from the pits of experience,
is the birth of storytelling.

Storytelling holds people,
holds their values, and life lessons.
Voices that expand the horizons,
dipped in octaves of sound,
resonating and creating worlds.

Powerful is this tool,
makes us laugh, weep, and prideful.
An experience that takes on the life of its own kind.
When in another's world we experience,
their pain, joy, courage and love.

The storyteller is a creation,
part of who we are, what we are.
Tells us what could be,
holds the past and shape our future.

So tell tall tells,
discover different worlds, find they keys that connect us universally.
Fly with birds and hunt with wolves.
Fall in love with the sun and sleep under the moon.
There is so many stories to consume.

To understand and see where their dwelling,
is the Art of Storytelling.

-Sincerely Fay,

Dream Spasms

Tonight I lay alone
my bed cringes at the sound of,
the sound of the silence that fills this room.
An unkept melody that can't find its muse.
There is no amount of noise, of notes or melodies that can replace you.

Tonight my tears fall slowly,
leaving a burning trail,
where your fingers once traced a path to reassure me.
There is nothing but my pillow to fall back on now.

Tonight there is no peace of mind,
I am restless, my body yearning ,
for the ghost of your touch...
to haunt my dreams and bring me joy and pain that will never fade.

-Sincerely Fay,

Dark places in Tight spaces

Dark places in tight spaces,
I've always wondered about the times when I would give up,
what would be the outcome and the result.
What would happen to those around me,
how would this effect them, would they be able to look beyond and see.

Dark places in tight spaces,
no one ever told me that my presence would affect someone else life,
That my actions could cause a long heavy chain of reactions.
They didn't say I wouldn't be able to embrace it,
I now know what is dark places in tight spaces.

-Sincerely Fay

So Lets Talk....

Hello my lovely bloggers...
So Lets Talk!!!!

So I have been trying to figure out lately what exactly do I want to do with my blog, where do I want to go with my blog...

So if your wondering why have I been constantly changing it around, this is why!
I finally decided that I want my template and design to remain earthy and simple. I want this blog to make people feel comfortable and a place where you my readers can read and become inspired or think and express your opinions...so there.

So I want to start doing this thing called "Lets Talk Saturdays", where I would be talking about something in particular and I want you guys to respond!!!! I know you already do this with my blog but I want to focus on problems in our everyday lives we face. So I will Present a question and/or statement and you guys respond!!! Sounds simple, well it is!!!!

I think I will start this new segment within this year!
 so go to>>>>> lexusfay.blogspot.com 

Wise Man Tale: Steps

We struggle because we have to,
we are dormant, resisting the awake.
Our eyes are closed,
and we fail not to still see.
We are more than what we can be,
that is what he whispers to me.

You are a presence on this land,
your every move affecting the life around you.
Your mind and body is a weapon,
so be careful and use it wisely.
Don't underestimate your worth,
you are worth more than all the money in the world since birth.
You are a being unlike any other on this planet we call earth.

He whispers..
Tread softly but strong enough to move the ground,
head held high with respect, love, and humility clothed around you.
Take only what you need from places,
our eyes make our mind and body greedy.
Learn to look past and look beyond,
establish the roots of where your from.
Here, listen to the music of life play its beats on the drum.

Your a moon-child, spread your wings and fly,
soar with the purpose of love and determination.
Go on now and grow up to be who you are.

                       -Sincerely Fay,