~~Sunday, November 30, 2003~~

Lily's Lullaby- Part SIX
It was cold that evening. I stole out quietly, slipping out the back gate and crouching in a bush. There, covered in a black velvet cape I waited oh so quietly for them to appear. I shivered, my breath a frostly cloud as I looked up at the sky. The moon was covered by dark black clouds, the stars hiding out of fear. Tonight was a good night for following, hardly any light. A lone owl hooted softly in the distance, it's cry traveling softly in ripples across the forest. Then I saw it. Only a pinprick of light at first, then more and more as their torches grew nearer. Where were they getting the flame? I wondered silently. They voices grew shrill and mocking, closer and closer they came. I tried to crouch lower, digging my fingernails into the old soil. I saw them approach slow motion, like out of a nightmare. I had never been this close, I could smell their rotting flesh, almost feel their greasy, torn hair. They screached and bellowed. I saw Lily, oh my dear sweet Lily look up to my window. She looked almost saddened not to see me, and for a fraction of a second I thought I saw emotion. They had become more violent recently, once in a while ripping one of their own to shreds, leaving us the dissarayed carcas the next morning. This evening they went for Lisa Ann, the prom queen. Always a beauty, I watched as four of them jumped on her, I listened to her barbaric screams, I watched eyeballs being ripped away from their sockets, hair pulled straight from the head, I heard the loud crack of her neck as it snapped in two. I felt her pain as a silent tear slid down my pale face, falling quietly onto the grass. They grew bored of this, and after a few hours they retreated into the early hours. I had watched, noticing they never looked back once, but I still kept out of sight as I followed behind. Always keeping them just within eye reach. Deep within the forest we trudged. They grew silent, and lurched quickly, almost galloping to their destination. Then we came to it and I stopped dead. It had been so obvious, so cliche so apparent and we had all just forgotten. How could we have forgotten about The Mayson Residence, deep within the forest. Old hermit Mayson we had called him, it had always been a joke within the Windsor kids that one day they were going to storm his house and throw a huge party. How ironic I thought as I stood there, wind whipping my face as I watched them reel into the old castle. It was dilapidated, the stone and wood groaning from age and wear. The perfect place to hide I thought bitterly. I was so wrapped up in my thoughts, I didn't realize I had walked into the front lawn of the vast estate. I heard a window bang and looked up sharply. Lily leaned out of a second story window, gaping smile, eyes boring into my soul. "Meredith!" She called in a deep sing- song voice, eyes glittering blankly. She leaned out of the window, her arms thrust towards me. "Come join us Merry! You always were my favorite!" I felt my knees give out, I licked my lips- dry and chapped form the cold winter wind. "No" I said quietly, a whisper at most. I fell to my knees, looking up at her. I heard them running down the stairs, so did she. Her eyes bulged, she did not expect them to find me. I was her, her prize, her possession. I looked up at her smiling. "Another time my old friend" I said sweetly, and then spit at the ground below her. Rising, I looked up into her eyes and she howled a dark, monstrous groan. I turned around and ran, arms and legs pumping from adrenaline. I stopped to see them halt at the door, for already the sun had begin to awaken. They grew angry and frusturated, their bodies lurched with anger. They threw one young man I didn't recognize onto the lawn in front of them. He screamed and tried to make it back inside, crawling slowly as his flesh melted off his bones. His carcass steamed and hissed and bubbled and oozed and diluted grey flesh fell like rivers off his dying body. Then, all at once the horrible screaming stopped. I looked in shock to the others where they hid inside the doorway, the sunlight not quite up to the doorstep. They looked at me, smiling a knowing smile. They weren't crazy, I thought, just sick. I walked quietly back to the WIndsor Mansions, engrossed in thought. Somehow I would make them pay, somehow I would watch them all die, slowly and with a great satisfaction. I would watch as Lily cowarded under my wrath, and with her last dying breath she would call for me, and I would sit just out of her reach, smiling and singing her lullaby- just for her.


I sat there
Playing alone on the attic floor
dust rolled by and I smiled
The rain beat against the windows
But the wind protected my pigtails and curls
And you forgot
So I sat there
And found your secrets
Hidden in the dust
I sat there, angelic and so naive
As the storm howled a warning
I shouldnt have opened those boxes
But I was so little
Why did you box up such horrible manifestations
I let them out, untied the string
Down it fell, warmed over by dirt and old stories
I was so little, much too young to learn of such pain
But you forgot
So I sat there
Pigtails bouncing, eyes wide open
I sat there

~~Saturday, November 29, 2003~~

Firelight fled up and down their wild faces
And welled up in their eyes in orange tatters
Soot polished their hands
Their tanned muscles torn and ripped
As they danced around the fire
Their bodies cast dancing glows Embers fluttered like fire butterflies
Slowly crushed into ash piles
The fire roared and bellowed
Licked and leaped
Wild and crazy as the men around it


Three little girls
All cross legged in a circle
They shook their heads and laughed and smiled
Pigtails bouncing, eyelids fluttering
Then the man came
They turned, slow motion
Fright crawled up their necks
Blew in their ears
Whispered in their bright blue eyes
Dressed in black
He walked silently over to them, and hovered
They stopped giggling
The pony tails silenced and hushed
He smiled, grandly and flourished his cane
"Tonight!" his voice boomed
"Tonight is the night you shall LIVE!" he sang
The little girls looked at one another
One stifled a giggle
One tugged at a curl
The other wiped dust of a Mary Jane
His laughter cut out
They looked up questionly
Only to see a different man
An angry man in his place
Same clothes, same skin
But different
"Hello I'm Mary!" said the second little girl
Looking up politely with eyes of cornflower
"Hello Mary, I'm the Devil"
said the bright, burning coals


There's a place I call home
Not many of you have been there
Not many of you would understand
I have sisters there
In this home of mine
Sisters that are deeper than blood
That swim in the lakes
My sisters and I
We fly through the mountains
And sit under the shade
Of all the tall, tall pine trees
This place I call home
I can walk through the dust
And sing songs and give hugs
whenever I want
Fires burn bright in my home
Crackling and sputtering
In my home
Animals call out in the midnight
The stars sing back
Glittering diamonds beckoning
I sit here in society
And miss the smells the sounds and the taste
I miss my sisters
But next summer
When the sun is bright
We will fly and run and sing once again
In my home
That they too can understand

~~Wednesday, November 26, 2003~~

Lily's Lullaby- Part FIVE
I became obsessed with my new vampire friends. I never saw the other people in the household, and after a while they gave up on me and just let me do as I pleased. My own mother eventually ignored me, but I didn't care. It was sad how cold we had grown towards one another, but we all knew that we would rather our neighbor die then ourself. Then one night I knew what I had to do. I had to find where they hid during the day. Always from the east they came, but we had been over that area many times, it just opened up into miles and miles of forest. We had all stood on the brink of that hill during the sunny afternoon, shaking our heads in disgust because we all knew it was impossible to find them in that mess. But somehow, somehow it must be possible. I knew I would have to find a way to detect their hiding place, or we would all be driven mad by their nightly singing and taunting. So one night, I did the unspeakable. I followed them.

~~Tuesday, November 25, 2003~~

Lily's Lullaby- Part FOUR
A month now. Dull repition had sludged into the Windsor Mansions. We spent our days filling up with supplies, maintaining our fort. By nights we ate quietly, listened to music or read in the library. I spent many of my nights hidden deep within the library. Fortresses of books hid me, but my real reason there was to learn. I gather books about science and medicing until one day I found it. It had been written a long time ago, by a man most likely put in a penitentiary for such radical ideals. His first page caught my eye.
Vampirism is a rare but real disease. Another name for it is pofiria. It causes changes in the blood formula: shortage of erythrocytes and iron. For a "normal" life the ill people really need blood, but not necessarily human. Receptiveness to the sunlight grows, which can cause burns even after a short period, so the vampires lead a night life, their faces whiten, bodies get skinny and so they look like classical bloodsuckers from books.

Physicians do not agree on the causes and development process of the disease. It is often said that it is being formed at genetics level, but alcohol abuse, hepatizes, some medical drugs overdose can also cause the disease.

I knew immediately that my childhood fear had manifested. Little darlings all over the world gave a silent scream as they shared in my pain. I knew, that somehow I had to stop the Windsor beauties from spreading, I knew that the vampires must be killed effectively and quickly.


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Lilly's Lullaby


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Lily's Lullaby- Part THREE
It was only two weeks after that first deadly night that we were fully prepared for their attacks. That first night was pure fear dripped drop by drop into a great basin stored by Satan. They had broken through the windows, running into the house- their bodies mangled and bloody from ragged glass. My father's body we found the next morning, or rather, what was left of it. They had clawed through his stomach, ripping out organs and using the blood to write profanities on the house walls in typical teenage angst. In the house they had reeled, our only reason for survival was of pure speed. All I remember is running, legs pumping heart stabbing and looking behind me. There were three of them immediately trailing me, bodies reeling and eyes glazed- maniac laughter boomed through the house. We lost some of the older servants, but my heart had grown cold and I only thought to Darwin that night. We hid in the basement, doors barred with steel as we listened to their moaning and unearthly laughter beat at the doors. We lay there, water dripping in little rivlets, dark shadows choking us, as they pounded against the great oaken doors. Their need for fresh blood drove them crazy, we could see through their glittering eyes. The sun eventually rose into another cold, frostbitten morning- and then they were gone. We emerged from our black tomb cold, wet and shaken. But we were stronger. From that day forth we experimented and through trial and tribulation found what they feared and what they dispised. My father's death was a model for what could happen to all of us, a vision that made us work all the longer. During the day we would run to the nearby stores just down the hill, ignoring decaying bodies and push our way into the delapidated grocery and hardware stores. Here we stocked up on the essentials- nails, canned goods, wood, tools. These are what kept us alive. We built up our fortress, knowing no other way to live. It was grim, but human instinct kept us from giving up. They showed up every night, always coming from over the hill facing east- brandishing torches that made their faces glow and jump with flame. Their routine never differed. ALways the same horrific, mechanical spinning and jerking that they called dancing. Always Lily looking up towards my third story window where I hid and watched, always her smiling that monstrous smile and singing to me. Her voice always seemed to reach me, shrill and so alarming, yet soothing. It made me dizzy, and sometimes I found myself yearning to be with her. The days grew shorter and shorter, and the nights stretched themselves into great black ribbons of hell. I found myself being driven slowly crazy as I watched them arrive by nightfall, so thirsty and so willing.


Lily's Lullaby- Part TWO
I fell back from the window sobbing and shaking. I heard their laughter grow louder and it filled my ears like an unrelenting wave. We sat there in that cold, cold room just listening for a while, as it began to drive us all quietly mad. I looked over to see my father rocking back and forth on the rug. His eyes were glazed and he kept humming soft lullabies. "Pappa?" I called timidly? He looked at me, eyes darting and crazy. "Don't look at the window" He said calmly, and brandished an old wooden bat and walked out of the room. A thin whisper shook through me, knowing that I shouldn't look, but my mind got the better of me. My head turned slowly, eyes wide in anticipation. We had placed wood in front of the window, and as I turned I noticed it was stripped clean. Lily stood rigid and placid, grinning from ear to ear just staring at us all. A shrill scream filled the room and I realized it was coming from my own throat. Lily's face changed, she grew angry and berserk. Clawing at her hair and eyes, her long sharp nails grew streams of blood from her molding cheeks. She pounded at the windows, and just as they seemed they were going to break she fell. It was too dark to see what had happened, but I heard the bat crack in half just as Lily's insane laughter mixed with the dying cries of my father.

*To be Continued*

~~Saturday, November 22, 2003~~

It would take a lifetime to explain
How wonderful you really are
It would take me just about forever
To raise myself up to your par
So for now I'll sit in the shadow of your fame
For now I'll be your little secret
So there won't be any shame

~~Wednesday, November 19, 2003~~

Lily's Lullaby- Part ONE
They come at night mainly. Throbbing crowds of them, gaunt and pale. Jeering, singing and always dancing. The dancing was the worst, running through your head like a broke- down movie. Their thin bodies jerked around like puppets on strings. We hid in the Windsor Mansions because they were afraid of them. Of course they were, those mansions had been their homes.
They were the Windsor Children, once beautiful, once wealthy. All of the children were dubutants, scholars, athletes and prom kings and queens. Loved and despised, these angels had everything handed to them on a silver platter. And then the plague.
It started as a whisper, a mere rumor. Then one night it was breathing down your neck. It swept through the town of Windsor, killing the old and young, the sick and deranged. It left only the youngest and fittest, mutating them into something from hell. My family worked in a mansion, and we saw the disease coming so we hid. We hid in the deepest bowels of the house that only we the workers knew of. We hid as their once bronzed, toned bodies turned ash grey and limp. Their golden and raven curls fell out in thin patches. They ran around their castles clawing their eyes out and frothing at the mouth. They ran around in splendor, knocking priceless vases and tearing countless paintings. Out into the roads they tore, horrible and gruesome monsters as a madness began to settle into them. And there we watched, the maids, butlers and gardeners who had know the inner workings of the houses and hid from the contamination that was induced from blood trading. I watched through cracks in the walls as the people I had waited on died of turned mad. It was a cruel sense of pleasure to watch them writhe, a grim satisfaction in being in charge and safe as the wealthy lost their once beautiful bodies and minds. After they left, we crept out from our hiding places, half- starved and scared mindless. The first morning we barricaded doors and windows, turning frantic as nightfall approached, for we all dreaded night. They always came out in the night, going God knows where when daylight broke. The first night was horrible. We sat there in a great dining room that had belonged to the McMasters. John, Debora and daughter Judy had dined there in splendor. That afternoon I had helped to burn the corpses ofJohn and Debora. Judy had been driven crazy, joining the others as the undead. We sat there, a group of ten maybe, huddled together bracing knives and bats. The sun melted, the room darkened and so did our spirits. My brother William sat up stiffly and flicked on a light.
The room filled with light and we could see clearly. That's when the singing began. We were a quiet, grim group until we heard singing off in the distance. We cast quick glances at one another, trying to ignore the horrible noise. Shrill, squealing voices like an out of turn piano. The voices came close to the house, louder and louder the shrillness became. I snuck a peak through the boarded up windows. Splashes of light crept through the boarded glass and allowed me to faintly see the outside landscape. There they were, dancing in circles in front of the house. Their bodies were sickly and thin, pale grays and whites. Their eyes glittered black, their entire pupil a deep tar color. They flaunted their decrepid bodies to one another, laughing at the moon and each other. Their laughter was horrible, deep and trembling, as if it had sprung from the devil itself. I spotted a girl I had waited upon, Lily. OUr eyes met at the same time and her mouth opened wide to reveal a mouth filled with fangs. Her lips curled back in a menacing smile and she began to slowly sing the lullaby I had once sung to her. "Lily my love, now you must sleep" Her body swayed slowly as she sang and her eyes glittered with cruel satisfaction. "Come out and play Meredith!" she called to me, thin arms beckoning.

*To be continued*


I lived a good long part of my life feeling uninspired.
Sitting there bland on the brink of imagination, tendrils of creativity just out of reach
Something snapped then, I remember it one rainy afternoon
The rain poured down, creating little rivers on the window I looked out of
and then I found myself
Thank you

~~Tuesday, November 18, 2003~~

Summer Storm
Wind howls, shaking the farm like a monkey rattles a cage.
It shrieks, and the old home moans in reply.
The dust picks up, whipping around like a pair of jack rabbits.
Dirt bites at the man like an angry dog.
His eyelids shut and he licks the air-
already damp and dark.
The rocking chair on the front porch creaks with anticipation
Dirt- creased eyelids snap open and survey
"Summer storm"
he sighs
The corn nods and sways in time.


Our society wants so much to exist
Reality is such a baled myth.
We beat our heads to strive for conformity
We sit in rows, and stand in lines because those are the rules.
Take your rules my friend, throw them away and run away laughing
Sprint off into the sunshine, skin bared, hair streaming and soul freed...
Run away and never come back to my world of rows and lines and frowns.


Lost loves are never really forgetten
But rather
Stored in the heart for a rainy day when we can dream


Worlds can pass me by, time will run away
But I stand in the middle as it whips past me
You can stand here with me if you want
And We can watch the hustle together
Knowing we're okay to just sit and smile.


I'm tall and strong and proud of me.
They sit and stare, choked giggles behind whispered hands.
Dance along, sing under trees and under rain
Are you so afraid of the climax, the thriller and the way of life>
Don't be afraid of me.
I'm tall and skinny and pale and dirty blonde and i have worries and problems and factors.
Yes, I am a teenager and if you do pause on your heels to listen to my message, you probably won't take me seriously
But I'm ok with that
Because I know I make a difference
I am tall, and strong and so proud of all I am.



Soul Storm
Silver Drops of mercury
Splash on your face
Boulders crash
As thunder claps
Trees shiver
as the wind whispers sonnets
The air is thick and damp with memories
Clouds gather together
Dark pillows filled with cotton
A flash of golden heat
Followed by boulders rumbling
Brace yourself my brothers
The Soul Storm has come to town.


Time has fallen asleep in the afternoon sunshine



Let the bodies hit the floor


We live now.
Now is fire, now is glued to CNN, no we live in war.
War is death, war is pain, war is survival of the fittest.
The fittest are the blod, the fittest are the flag- carrying, sunshine streaming, awe-inspiring heros.
Gallantly they fly and run and hope and pray.
We will not give up on our heros, because we need to believe in the bronzed muscle that our nation rests upon.
Go get 'em boys.


What are we really here for
Exist for yourself
Alliances help, and enemys are better
Better? The remember you longer
Be infamous, write large, wear orange.
If not to be known, then what else
To impact one another's lives.
But what's so important about that
Yeah, he knows you but chances are in ten years he won't care
Look at your friends, what them as they drop their illustrious smiles when they think no one is watching
What are you supposed to do
No one is better than you
Remember that in the face of death
Liberation is just a step away


A conversation with the devil
Ladies, Gentlemen and distinguished members of the party.
Let me put your troubled minds at ease
I am not the culprit, no no!
I am the messiah!
Lay down your guards and come with me, we'll have fun
I promise


Hell if I know what makes you a good poet. I don't know anything and if I did what would be the point? The rich man may live in lavish, but he will still rot in his grave next to the poor sap who sold hot dogs at Pike's Bowling Alley. Thought of the day: Do you know you're an asshole, or do people have to tell it to you daily?


There's times that I would love to turn around just to look back at you
I tried once, but my feet kept pointing forward, reefs facing north
The future and the past don't mix, yet coincide
How i wish I could change the past, change my times with you
Now I'm stuck in the middle
Just tryin to change the future.




He used to call once and a while, just to listen to my exasperated voice and hang up. Of course it was him, I'm not stupid. His eyes never quite met mine after that, his arm never again accidently brushed mine. Crazy of course that I ever did care. I must still though, just enough to write this. I'm really sorry, but honestly- it's just me. Please don't be so sad.

~~Monday, November 17, 2003~~

Broken Glass means nothing to me
Shard by shard, tear by tear they drop
Ranting, yelling, bleeding never made you notice
Darkened room, I sit in a puddle of glass
Candles flicker, but I can't feel their heat
I left a rose for you
But the shards cut it
The rose bled and bled
Crimson petals, tears of blood
It's not your fault, but mine
I should have never met you, it made me a rose- you are my glass
Careful, don't come close or you'll hurt me again
Pain, pain pain- feel it wash over me
Your smile makes me want to scream now
Your laugh makes me want to cry
Go ahead, play the guitar, pause and cock your head towards the stars
Breathe in the scent of roses, and perhaps I'll corss your min.
You'll remember that night with a laugh, that night some silly school girl confessed her affection for you

what was her name again?


Don't know how to breathe without your air
Don't know how to go most anywhere
You used to be my man, my everything
Now I don't mean a god damn thing
You're always so sure, and self- involved
cant you see now that I've evolved
You're walkin on a thin, thin line
Don't you wish now that you were mine
I know it sounds crazy and a little absurd
But the past just seems a little bit blurred.


Sweat and Sun
The record player drifted lazily, the heat radiated, created waves over the asphalt
Music wafted over sweaty bodies, lolling dogs too lazy to bark, and floated up to the sun
The heat hitting the music like a sledge.
Windows open all the way
People on thei doorsteps, licking shade from dark corners
Swear poured into the sewers
The men took their shirts off in protest, as the women eyed them jealously
Long hair sticking to their back
Someone began singing along in a slow, drunken voice
"My baby, she's just fine"
The sun rose with the temperature
Heat washed over them all.



One woman middle of the stage
The club is pitch black, on lone spotlight glares down of her.
She sits, poised on a black metal chair
He black hair swept back into a tight bun
Heavy white powder covers her face and neck, thick black eyelashes lay closed.
Her mouth lay in a cranberry pout.
Her dancer body lay wrapped around the metal, cold mixed with heat.
A piano plays a key, the eyelashes open.
"Showtime"
The cranberries whisper


A special goodnight to the man in his car, wishing he was dead
Don't worry sir, you're doing fine...just fine.


His eyes, I tried, I really swear I tried to look past them.
Look at his mouth, the hate, the lyrics, his hair so wild and mad.
But his eyes held me close, strangling me with all the anger they held.
Im sorry, I whispered, as I ran away from those eyes.


Inhale
The boy and girl are so in love
Waves wash across as they both watch the sun melt.
Water kisses her freckles, sand hugs his hair
She glances over, just as the sun turnes a ruby red
His eyes glimmer with sun and love.
She nods, and agrees- it is beautiful.
She takes her small white hand, and squeezes it.
Laying her head on his shoulder, she breathes in.
Dont forget to fall in love, she will later tell their children, don't forget.


Goodnight to the dreamers, the lovers, the artists the athletes and a special goodnight to the little girl curled up in a window seat, looking at the stars and wishing she was one of them


"She was so beautiful, a saint"
They all nod and pretend to weep
Women pretend to hunt for kerchiefs while checking the time.
What to say about Lisa Ann...
the preist pauses and looks down in the casket before him
There lay a woman, who was a beauty
MOre than a beauty, just amazing
But her spite and anger kept them away.
He sighs, shakes her head
"She was so beautiful, a saint."


Merryweather Inglebrook with her golden pigtails and pink cotton dress
Humming so cheerfully in a place full of grief.
Don't you know where you are??
A woman grips her shoulders, knuckles white
Merryweather nods, pigtails bouncing, eyes wide with suprise
Momma's here!
She declares brightly,
Layin' right next to Poppa!
She turns around and runs behind an ancient oak, her giggles eerie and floating on the wind.
The woman sighs, shaking her head.
She turns around, her foot hitting a tiny plot.
How sad she murmurs,
A Young Child dead between her two parents
She stoops over to read the gravemarker, the writing old with age:

Merryweather Inglebrook
1892-1899
Beloved daughter, lost with her parents

The woman taps her foot and sighs
Such a shame
Such a shame


Shroud
The girl is bleak and cold
Screaming got her no where, cutting made it worse
God looks down, taps his foot
tsk tsk tsk
Why can't you be happy??
She shakes her head and curls up in a ball
One by one she drops them in her glass of clear
Plink, plink and fizz...
times 120
Slowly, methodically, until the bottle is empty
Her eyes are big and round in the water's reflection
Plink, plink, fizz, fizz
She sings to herself
She wipes off her mouth, and goes to sleep
IT will all be over in the morning, she sings
She closes her eyes and smiles.


I am you, and you are me
We fly and sing and cry together.
Your eyes, your lips, your nose all me, all mine
I breathe and you inhale- you pain and I cry
You will die, and my heart will break
But my soul will rise and we shall fly and sing and cry together
For I am you, and you are me
Together- we are one.


You giggle as though you know me, as if I'm here...but I'm away across cool clouds, and warm pillars, atop a golden castle soaring in the heavens- I glide with wings of silver and step upon leaves of copper and jade. My castle is away from humanity, away from you.
You giggle as if you know me, as if I'm here.


Dream of the world. I watch your eyes drip with the dew of the Andes, your forehead sweat from Bora Bora, your body is scented with African dirt. Your mouth opens and you sing, arms flailing like birds, legs like a gazelles- you're so full of culture, so full of magic. Your song is too great for words, too beautiful to be tied down to one language. A thousand voices, a thousand tales, a thousand lives. All from your body- you leap and swing and bound and twirl- singing all the while. I sit perched on a rock, enraptured. SO this is why I love you.


Why are we Afraid?
Whats in the essence of fear that can silence a room, kill a man- stop the world?
Why are some hysterical, and some irrelevant? Fear is not it, but rather manifestated by a little child late at night, slapped into the woman being raped, slammed into the man watching his child die. But fear is delicious. We plunder these feelings off one another to feel good about ourselves. Fear evokes emotion, emotion evokes passion. So why are we so afraid?


Sometimes I get inspired
Doesn't everyone now and then?
It's nothing special to you, but to me it's the worl
I judge people too quickly, I say things too fast
Sometimes I'll just sit and watch, and do you know what I learned?
No one feels, everyone just talks
Achieve happiness, I once read
Stretch like a cat on a Sunday Morning, laugh like a baby in it's mother's arms
Love like it's the movies, the book said
...I'm workin on it


She sat placidly on the old wood swing
Swaying ever so slightly as the wind rustled through the weeping willow
How fitting she thought, with a bemused smirk on her face
That I sit here mourning under such a recognizable tree
Her hair lay in soft curls, dampened by the morning rain
She swayed in time with the swing, her toe gently touching the edge of the pond as she went forward
It sent soft ripples out toward the center of the pool
And She smiled softly to see it upset a waterbug
Her tears dropped gently into the grass below
Soft, glistening little diamonds buried warm in the soil
Her head lay bent, her body defeated
Her mouth opened slightly
pale, cracked lips parted and uttered a whispered cry
No sound came from that little girl
The winds moved North, uncaring, unaware


She fell that night
Down and down, faster and faster
I sat there, as the sun fell
And I heard her scream and cry
I looked across the fields and meadows and hills
And saw the people throw their arms up
I saw them flinch as the heat killed them all
And I saw the Sun’s face as she killed all her children
Her look of sorrow and remorse
I sat there watching it all with grim contempt
I am the moon; those were my children as well



There was a time when you would drive me crazy
I would sit there and rant and cry alone and be afraid you would leave
I don’t want to waste time or energy on you anymore
Yet you have me in a bind
For you see, my life is tied to yours
Too many strings to break now
We’re stuck together, you and I
And there’s nothing I can do
Because I still need you



Their bodies grew sick and tired
Pale and thin
It was an age of famine, despair and plague
They looked out of their windows
From their quiet, dirty bed
And saw still
Everything was so quiet, so tired
They were feeble
Long ago had the tanned muscled laughter been silenced
Long ago had they drunk wine and feasted on meat
Today it was cloudy and cold
Today they slept, and did not wake up



The sky gave one last groan as it was sliced open by hell
The heavens tore open; clouds were dissected and thrown aside
The ground was heaved and tossed like waves
The people mere specks of nothing
Everywhere death, for life was found and promptly disposed of
The devil sat there, legs up and crossed
He smiled
Welcome to My world



Depression is nothing more than curiosity being quenched
Life is full of questions, and as a child we yearn to have them answered
As we grow however, we are burdened with these answers
The world was once a candy- coated fairyland
Glistening in the eyes of a child, laughter was essential
Now the gray suited civilian is master
Drab, superficiality seeps into our pores
Our answers have been answered
But did you really want to know
Truth hurts enough to kill



She walked down the road
One giant black river
Waiting to swallow her up and forget about her
One foot after another she placed herself
Her head wrapped up in a big black scarf
Tears dripped alongside raindrops
She wanted to be swallowed by that river and forgotten
She pulled her coat closer to her thin body
Shivered not from cold, but from loss
The scarf fell to the ground
It was lost in the raging river
Her feet stopped placing themselves
And she drowned in that black torrent
It forgot who she was, why she came
And she didn’t care
Not one bit



One sole man
The heat on the highway rose like tributaries
Steam hissed as he spit on the yellow line
One black, hot ribbon of road is what he walked on
Going God knows where
His suit was faded blue, creased with dust and work
His shoes plodded slowly on the cracked asphalt
Cracked with age and wear
His hair had been neatly combed once, but lay in uneven tufts
He stopped for a moment, standing bare in the middle of the road
His wrinkled hand reached inside a dirty pocket and unearthed an ancient handkerchief
He wiped his sweat -lined brow and surveyed the flat land with a careful eye.
Sun beat down on the man and his road
Silence beat down on the traveler and the traveled.



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Finally found a way to keep track of all the crazy stuff I write, so here it goes!

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- e. e. cummings

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