Firefly’s Stories

Firefly’s Stories

Welcome to my story page! (To be honest, I don’t know if I should change this to my poem page...) This is where I write short stories, story ideas, completed song lyrics, poems, etc. Please enjoy and keep in mind there is a lot of symbolism in most of my poems.

**Let It Go (Beautiful Version)**

The snow whitens the night, the day ends, and life is afar.

Alone I travel, with my shadow by the frigid river.

In and out of the mountains, it is as desolate as a city within a mirage.

I’ll reign the ice and settle among the dreary mountains.

The wind blows, the frost howls for a millennia, and then my heart is brought to comfort.

I must devote my body to the sea, my blood to the country.

Don’t come close, don’t spy. The shadows exist.

Following the conventions of society, my heart can still suffer kindness to exist.

Till yesterday Life was never constant, today there is no where I can go.

But I’m free from all those now.

I’m like the wind, it was fate.

Don’t compare the bird with the lying prisoner.

I’m like the rainbow, let the sky be however wide.

For the time being, let the commotion rage on itself.

No more words, I will not force myself to conformity.

The snow and wind spreads and breaks.

Only I, dare to brave the frost alone.

The sneering laughter and chimney smoke are far away.

The neat houses are far away.

In the past I was afraid, but now they can’t restrain me.

To follow the tide of time, what can I do?

With my power I shall shock the world.

Who’s right, who’s wrong?

Act according to my own will!

I’m like the wind, it was fate.

The weather will not chastise me for being free.

I’m like the rainbow, let the sky be however wide.

The first rays of sunshine are met after the rain.

I reign this winter palace, I split the ground for my tower.

Un afraid of the hollowing winds.

My strength can raise a thousand pounds, my breath runs through the earth.

I gather my spirit to pacify and capture the ice.

The sprinting snowdrift like crushed marble stirs with life, heavier than the cobweb, lighter than catkins.

The ice crystals, like flowers, twist and collect my beautiful thoughts.

My palace stuns all viewers.

My eye looks through the past, why should I care about going back?

I’m like the wind, it was fate.

I’ll be the sun and drive the night away.

I’m like the rainbow, let the sky be however wide.

Hurriedly i pass the gap, and am nowhere to be seen.

I reign this winter palace, reaching high for the sun.

The snow and wind spreads and breaks.

Only I, dare to brave the frost alone.

(This was a chinese parody and these lyrics are not mine. The original video is here. I believe this is better than the original. https://youtu.be/8dG0cqKN160)

**Clouds (Poem)**

Clouds can be peaceful and calm,

white and wispy, floating across the sky.

Clouds can be angry and violent,

black and thundering, storming across the sky.

You are a cloud, you change often.

Your actions and decisions reflect your emotions.

Like how vast bodies of water reflect the wisps of cotton in the sky.

But sometimes those vast mirrors shatter from the stray fist,

and now you’re left with

an angry turmoil of confusion and bewilderment.

Do not cry, child. Life isn’t over yet.

Do not give up.

For there will always come dawn,

shining, shimmering, blazing hot sun.

Just for you to enjoy its warmth and friendship.

Fire rages from the heat of the sun

and scorches the earth as it

spreads its ashen wings

and lends a hand to help you.

You take the flaming hand and

your heart soars over cloud nine.

Your entire existence and soul leap

into the air and, much like a comet.

You shoot across the sky,

brighter than a shooting star.

Lighting up everything.

When you return, there are no clouds.

**The Willow Tree (Poem)**

There once was a willow tree-

a gnarled old thing that I found.

It’s mighty big sleeves grew little white spears

that swept the dust covered ground.

A bird in the trees is flitting about,

ready to go and explore.

But a wing got caught in the mighty big sleeves

that dragged the bird to the floor.

She wailed and cried her heart to the sky,

begging the tree to let go.

But he couldn’t hear,

couldn’t understand her woe.

Suddenly something shifted, something changed.

A gentle light breeze

filled with soft and white mist

freed the bird with ease.

Thank you, thank you for your time.

Thanks for the hand you did extend.

You’re a savior that’s for sure.

I’ll be your friend to the end.

**Winter Is Coming (Poem)**

Variation 1:

Light leaves of flaming fire fall

onto still growing green grass.

Flaring sunlight that isn’t even warm shines

onto bright blades of green grass and

leaches the color from dead deserted fire leaves.

A giant claw can be seen in the distance

that will soon grip this place.

Then it will be too late, and nothing will be alive.

No, nothing will be alive to save us.

Variation 2:

Majorly majestic maple trees line the sidewalk in an orderly fashion.

Fiery leaves made of flaming color fall lightly to the ground.

Completely covering the concrete sidewalk with pointy shapes to jump in.

The shimmering shivering sun will be glad to hibernate for a while.

It sits up in the clouds, afraid to come out.

On this melancholy day, the wind brings with it a sharp feel of ice.

Followed by the sting of coldness as it enters me.

I quite enjoy this feeling. It awakens me.

In addition, the wind also brings forth celebration.

Special dates, holidays, as people call them.

As we gather around for family gatherings, lots of food, gifts, and candles.

But not everyone has a family.

So I just sit there starting at the fire on the ground.

Hoping it will burn the winter away.

But of course it doesn’t.

Variation 3:

The sun shimmers, shines, and superbly glares onto the sidewalk.

But the sun is weak on the inside, and the sidewalk feels nothing.

No heat, no warmth, no thing.

The sidewalk does however, feel the fire on its surface, and the green lush at its sides.

And then it knows. The claw is coming.

But the claw is a good thing.

The claw gives the sidewalk relief from months of heat from the sun.

When the claw comes, the sidewalk thinks, I will finally be free again.

Free to mind my own business under the cover of sheets of white blanket.

Winter is the sidewalk’s favorite season.

It’s the only season the sidewalk can really rest.