Young Writers Society

please bear with grammar..and i'm open for critics..**


Melody's Bedroom

Light starts to hide,
Replaced by darkness.
The sun waves good-bye,
The moon takes its place.
The stirring noise--
Of cars, of people,
Of cats and of dogs--
Fades into stillness.
And then, everything
Settles into silence.

As the world quiets
And everything falls
Into deep slumber,
Melody's bedroom
Comes alive with noise.
Noise only me and
Other friends could hear.
Soon, magic appears
And brings us to life;
And now I will tell.

Dolls would play with ropes,
Clowns would juggle balls;
Drummers beat their drums
Along with trumpets.
And boats would sail on
The frozen lakes as
Trains go, "Choo! Choo! Choo!"
On the railroad tracks.
And bears and bunnies
Would go, "Hop, Hop, Hop."

This is our realm, our
World of fantasy.
This is where magic
Gives us color and
Brings us all to life.
This is where we live,
Safe from the harm that
The outside world gives.
This is where no one
Manipulates us.
Melody's bedroom.

Faint rays of the sun
Begins to reign in
The pale blue sky, and
It's the moon who waved
Good-bye, together
With the stars. And then
I resume my place
In the box where I
Was kept; at the far
Side of the bedroom.

The others also
Return to their beds,
Boxes, or cans, as
They welcome the new
Day, motionless and
Waiting for it to
End soon. Melody
Wakes up, climbs down from
Her bed, unaware
Of the events that
Had took place and will
Resume every night.
Here in her bedroom,
Where toys come to life...