Loud

Close your eyes

You’ll see my soul,

It’s full of lies,

Black, like coal.

I might be mean,

Cruel and heartless.

Nothing unseen,

But regardless

Painfully phrasing

All that abides.

It’s amazing

What a smile hides.

Falling

The times have past

When I was high.

Fallen at last

Without asking why.

Living a dream,

Was my goal to reach,

Only to scream

When I heard you preach.

I was too free

For this world of yours,

Don’t you agree?

You never gave me chores.

No more

Withered flowers

On the cold floor,

Not many hours

Before the war.

Has prayer failed?

Or is this hell?

Last breath exhaled,

Final man fell.

Living a dream,

From far away.

Ear piercing scream,

It ends today.

Sin

Knowledge equals power

In a world of lies.

Those who have it tower

Over those who are wise.

Secrets of the people,

Aren’t kept in stories,

Watching from the steeple

Searching for their quarries.

The gears started turning

When choosing was allowed.

Then we began learning

What it means to be proud.

It was meant to be sin,

Not a new beginning,

But with a cheeky grin

We managed winning.

Firework

Blazing like a star

With the moon up high.

With the rode so far,

No wonder you fly.

The spark inside

Burns away in a flash.

No where to hide

Everything turns to ash.

Beauty left fading,

Disappear from this place.

Those who are grading

Will call you a disgrace.

Under Pressure

Winter snow falls from the core,

Leaves the spirit wanting more.

Skies of grey that were sapphire,

Stand alone with no burning fire.

Has the sun set days ago?

Or does nigh refuse to go?

Winter snow remains so pure

It holds a dames white allure.

Desert lands covered in ice,

No longer can they entice

The spirit long forgotten.

Did you know that it was rotten?

Oh no!

86

It’s morning… I wonder if I slept last night… Strange I don’t feel any different. I’m fine… The sun is shining, it’s very bright outside, its early morning and it’s bright… The bed doesn’t feel empty. They said it would, but it doesn’t. I feel fine… 

My alarm is ringing… Did I wake up before it? I didn’t notice. These sheets, red just like she was… I should change them. I wonder if it will be alright to wear a t-shirt, I think it’s going to be warm today, it looks like that. 

My reflection… it doesn’t look different. My hair is still brown and barely a few inches. My eyes don’t look red or sunken in, they look normal, refreshed even. I must have slept well… 

Birds…This early? I guess that’s to be expected. It’s warm and bright so birds will be chirping. That’s normal… Nothing changed… maybe I’ll go outside today? It looks like a nice day.

What should I have for breakfast? Am I even hungry? A bit… so maybe toast? I think I have some jam. I should check. It’s so quiet… I better open a window and let in some fresh air. It really does look nice outside. 

Who bought chocolate? Was it mom, she did come for the funeral, or was it… I think I’ll throw them out, but that is a waste of money… I should make toast. But first I need to see if I have any jam left. There is still some left, that’s good, it’ll be enough. Where is the toaster? Did someone put it on the shelves or not? Oh it was in the cupboard. Should I have tea or coffee? I think I’ll have tea, it’s healthier. 

I still flinch every time the toaster goes off. That hasn’t changed… I’ll watch TV while eating, it’s too quiet. The news, they are the same, different topic, but still the same. That doesn’t make sense… A store was robbed yesterday, I didn’t notice, it was in our neighbourhood. The sheriff is searching for a murderer… still searching…

I think I’m done eating… I’ll go for a walk. It looked like a nice day. A brand new day, where nothing has changed, not even me. She was murdered and I watched her coffin being lowered into the ground yesterday, but the world still moves. It moves on… Nothing changes… What a nice, bright and warm day…

End

This was a challenge and it felt depressing.

Have a nice, bright and warm day.

Try again and again

68

Out of a burst of curiosity Mily climbed the tall oak tree. Her small hands grasping each branch with all her strength. There was nothing pushing her to the top, but fact that you could see everything from the top of the oak tree. Mily was driven by the desire to watch the world like a free bird, not held down by the grown man walks. 

As Mily grasped the highest branch and pulled herself on it she fell aw strike her. The sun was still at its peak shining brightly over the small town. The little girls’ eyes could not take in all of the beauty of the town. With her mouth slightly agape she let her feet dangle on either side of the branch, her back gently resting against the tree. 

But alas the peaceful innocence of the tree top was forgotten as a rock hit the tree trunk just a few inches away from where Mily’s head rested. Her eyes, now wide with fear, turned back to the ground where she met the faces of her classmates. They shared an expression of joy as they threw rocks at the defenceless girl. The stones never hit her, but it did the deed and frightened the girl enough to draw tears and a sorrow filled cry from her lips. Her classmates, however, found her cries amusing and it served as an incentive to quicken their throws. 

The girl continued to cry, looking hopefully at the sky, that just a few minutes ago brought her so much wonder, with the a silent prayer to send her an angel. However, the sky did no such thing, as the sun was nearing the horizon it painted the sky with a romantic pink hue, but Milys angel never came.

The shouts of the children stopped, so did the stones and the girl could finally climb down. The tree branches that helped her up were now foreign and unwelcoming. As the sun’s rays could still shine through the tree branches, it showed how frightened the young girl was. Her hands shaking and slightly bruised, her chocolate brown hair that was tied in twin tails was now scattered everywhere, the girls clothes were dirtied and ripped in places and her face now swollen from all the rubbing, her eyes puffy and red, but that did not bother the girl.

Her tiny feet reached the ground and the girl stopped shaking. She lifted her head and marched on home with the final rays of the sun showing her the way. Mily might have looked messy and bruised , but her face took a calm expression, deceiving most who looked at her.

Mily returned back to her house, walked past the white picket gate and knocked on the door. Her mother opened the door and extended her hand to the small girl, which Mily took without question. As the two entered the house the doors slowly closed behind them.

END

Sorry it is short.

Have a wonderful day