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(The song below is from the novelette mentioned on the fiction page, wherein it’s sung by the character, Joshua Gray)

“Prism:  a medium that distorts, slants, or colors whatever is viewed through it.”


Her beauty shone like a prism’s colors in the sun

A bright and glorious spirit that could be compared to none

She floated through the atmosphere on wings of white and gold

I had to squint; her radiance was too much to behold…


Tumbling through her days and being wind-tossed to and fro

Edges chipped upon life’s stucco only added to her glow

A brilliance never muted by the pitfalls of this life

A watercolor soul whose depths could rise above all strife


Prismatic, prismatic…


But from her vantage point, an icy crystal, locked within

Her voice screaming to be rescued, never heard above the din

Of its own echo, trapped soundless, by the prism’s smooth glass walls

Without handhold, without hope, at a frenzied pace life crawls


Who could know it wasn’t real – what we saw from either side

Though to reach beyond the prism’s spinning meld of hues we tried

We were blinded by the images cut through by pain, denied

The reality of wakefulness, sleepwalking, hypnotized

By the colors, the colors, all the colors in our eyes,

Until blackness, only blackness following a blood red sky

(echo in background: prismatic, prismatic…)

Left but stark white in the absence of the colors now all drained

(echo continued: prismatic, prismatic…)

Until nothing but the memory of colors still remains

And I reach out grasping for this fragile object as it falls

But it’s just a ghost’s reflection which forever to me calls




(A piece about a teenage girl’s difficult relationship with her foster-mother)

 Dorian Gray

You say you see me as your own,

Expect a card on Mother’s Day;

But I know in your heart I’m just

Your picture of Dorian Gray.

I’m but a dark mirror

For your jealousy and pride;

I’m not the one to blame

For disappointments locked inside.



If you could only see how your hate defaces me.

If you saw you through my eyes, saw Dorian Gray in disguise,

You’d see how it should be…you’d hate you instead of me.


My mother yielded me

Believing you had more to give;

Hoping in your better home

A brighter life I’d live.

Why’d you take me in?

Was it to prove your charity?

Or for my flaws to point up

All your “real” kids clarity?




Is it blood that’s shared or blood that’s spilled

That makes us who we are?

I know my blood on your hands means that

We both will bear this scar…


Do we have to hate at all

Or could we maybe both forgive,

Find a common understanding

And in peace begin to live.

Can the labels really matter

More than people we both love,

Who’ve been burned by all the friction

Of our constant combat’s rub.


(Last chorus)

Let’s try to both see how hate defaces you and me.

Let’s bury Dorian Gray, and from his lies just walk away.

Then let’s live as we should be…hating neither you nor me.


I don’t want to hate anymore.

I don’t want to hurt anymore.

I don’t want to wait anymore.

On the past let’s close the door.