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.

Black and white

Never given a choice,

There are rules that apply,

To let out your true voice

You are forced to belie.

Either you are the first

Or you stand as second,

Like a demon, you are cursed

To answer when beckoned.

Don’t break the iron rules

It will only delay.

In the end we are fools

We forgot there is gray…

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.

Search and destroy

As the lion stalks the fields

So do humans draw their shields.

For a battle or a hunt.

The time has come to confront

The pray in the fields

Until the weak yields.

No different from a beast

We prepare for a feast.

As though it brings us power

We start to devour

All that’s in our path

So fear the human wrath.

Objection

Two figures dance

In moonlit night.

Here’s my chance

To stand and fight,

For what is just

And what is right.

With tainted lust,

Time to ignite.

I play no hero,

No white knight,

All comes to zero

In my sight.

For love and honor

I give my plight.

You are a goner

If you choose flight.

Eagle’s flight

Wings too young to carry

The burdens placed upon you.

Had you been more wary,

There would be none to undo.

The nest torn to shreds

And sent askew,

Followed by rolling heads.

The scent of morning dew,

Thick in the air with panic and pain

Have you come to an end?

Is there nothing else to gain?

But there is still time to amend…

You still have your wings,

Be them young and untrained.

For all those kings

That made you stained.

Are you satisfied?

“Stop it!” Voice! Yelling so loud almost like it’s in my ear. Not helping! Won’t do! Need… Need something from…

“…You!” Yes, yes you! The voice of dame so timid and shy! Hair raven of colour with streaks of white to count your age. “You are the one!” Come dance with me in moonlight waters, a top the mansion roof in. “Let’s dance to the howl of a wolf!”

“Let go of me!” You struggle from my arms and turn your back to me; do you want me to stab it? You! You the Dame in purest white, a woman of highest stature, wants to end your own life?

“Why?” Why do you turn? Why do you run? I merely ask for a dance! ” Dance! Dance! Dance!”

“You’re mad!” Mad? Laughter is my answer! Pure white woman! You! You speak as though my mind is lost! 

“Dame!” Do you not know? Of the line of insanity and genius? The thin line that matches your neatly plucked eyebrows that you raise at me with such disdain. Why? Oh why? Pure white Dame? Is my dance a top a thin line of insanity and genius not to your liking? Are you waiting for something? Someone? Why such worried eyes? Those pools of greenery that rival the most lush of forests. Forest! “Go! Must go!” 

“Do not touch my hand! Leave me at peace!” No, no, no! Peace and calm only bring pain and calamity! We must go! To the forest, past the rabbit hole and grand mamma’s house to the deepest part. That’s where we must go! 

“Moonlight call of howling wolf!” It is there that the wolf calls! So be it dame of white! If you are stubborn then you can burn! “Burn a top a fire from hell!”

“What are you doing? Are you trying to set the house ablaze?” No! You will not run! You wished to stay so you shall stay. No! Your screams and pleas will not bother me! So be it! Stay amongst the flames you scold me with.

“Go! Calls of wolfs are here!” Where? Do not leave me as well! I do not deserve the fire of hell! You promised me salvation. Did you promise or did you whisper like the serpent in Eden? Have you only temptation without blame or reason? You must not leave me! 

“Answer me serpent!” Yes! There you are! Temptress of the night! You hide amongst the trees! I will follow as you lead. Our footsteps will be muffled by the howling! The howling is at full swing! Will you swing with me? Temptress? You run at a speed of a flying eagle with the grace of the wind that carries you! Do not leave me behind! I wish for embrace! I wish for salvation in your hands! Take my soul and take my body! They mean nothing! I only wish to belong to you!

“Temptress!” Where have you gone? Oh my dark belle? Dressed in an abyss with the light of the moon going down your hair! Are you certain it is not the moonlight that graces you? Are you certain that strands of hair that fall on your waist are not made of light? Hair as white as that hare?  

“Hare on two feet!” What have you done with the Temptress of night? Where did you put her legs that carried her this far? Her hands as frail as a feather, but gentle and warm! Her shining hair made of moonlight! “Where?”

“Hmmm…” You make sounds, but they mean nothing! Bring about the Temptress! I must see her! She is my muse! I must have her grace upon me! “The madness got to you two?” 

Of madness again! No such thing! I would never! Genius is what it is! My sanity is intact! I am simply dancing on the edge of creativity. Placing my foot on the other side merely to show power and dominance over the thin line!

“Alice, we have another one.” Temptress it is you! Please embrace me like you promise with your eyes! Those pure eyes! They are even the colour of passion! Your beauty is truly one to be graced only upon the luckiest. Temptress of abyss take my soul and sell it to the highest bidder  I will not care as long as your hands are the ones that bring me ruin! Temptress! Temptress! Temptress! Your smile! It shows me meaning of life! May God have mercy on me for I have sinned! By your mere image in my eyes, my soul is that of a sinner! 

“Down the rabbit hole we go.” Yes! Push me down! Make me fall! As I have already fallen for you in mind, now I fall for you in body! Oh Temptress…

Disposable

This is so much fun. I never felt a rush like this. Amazing. Susan is so warm, no she is hot. Burning like a fire, engulfing everything in her path. It probably has something to do with the fact that she is on fire… You could say she is smoking hot.

Bleeding… No, that’s not my blood; I think it’s that guy over there. Oh shit! Who puts a mirror in a warehouse? I look like shit… Fuck got to be careful. No stabby, stabby on the face. Damn this mirror is cold, wonder what a mirror tastes like… Salty yet sweet. 

“Victor?” 

“What are you doing man?”

Who? I know them… Lu…Li…La…Lol hehehe… Luke! And he’s… he’s Him… that doesn’t make sense. Luke and…And Henri? I think so… 

“Luke and Henri?” Is that their name? Should be… it should be… ha flaming chick running! Beep! Beep! Motherfucker! Hehehe…

“Vick we need to get out of here now!” Which one are you? Wait did I say that out loud or not? No I didn’t, this dick isn’t reacting. Fuck my head…

“Richard come here and help us!” There is another one? How many are there? One dead body, two dead body, three dead body… No that’s the wrong thing, I need moving things. Okay so the chick on fire, bitch face one and bitch face two, and then we have that dick… Da fuck’s wrong with him?

“Hey..! You…” Yeah you! The one looking like a pussy! Fuck need to move mouth to talk… “Dick! You… What’s the fuck?” 

“Are you high?!” Screaming loud… No. Head hurts like a bitch. “No, I don’t want to know, I want out!”

“Oi! No! Out is a no go.” 

“Dude, stop being a pussy, let’s get out of here.” Bitch face one… Luke, I need to give you a promotion! Do I even pay you people? Is this my job? No I don’t work…

“I would rather die than go with you crazy people!” Dick is a dick.

“Sure is a shame…” Gun… gun… Gun! Found a gun. Good thing I didn’t blow my balls off, that would have been bad. “Today is not your day. You… Dick… coulda, woulda, shoulda made the right thing. But noooo… you wanna die! Fine then! Fuck you two!”

Boom! Headshot! Hehehe… 

“So that happened…” 

“Shut up!” Head… need medicine…

“Okay let’s get out of here.” 

I like that plan. I like…

Story time

“… After the heist Mary and Anna climbed into an ivory Jaguar and rode off into the sunset.” Paula said patting her sisters’ hair. “And that’s the story of the million dollar heist. Now go to sleep.”

“Thanks sis that was a nice story, but…” The younger girl pulled the blanket closer to her face. “…What’s a sunset?”

Paula put her hands on her lap, her shoulders slumping. The girl looked at the wall opposite of the room, trailing down the lines where a window once was. She continued to stare thinking over what she should tell her sister. After all no one really knew what a sunset was. There were no documents left, no film or photo, nothing. All traces of a sun were erased, they lived in darkness. The only known stories of what the sun is, or rather was, and could only be told by great-grandparents. 

The story goes that at the time when the passage of time was measured by the movement of the sun. On one spring day after 5 p.m., as they used to say, the sun neared the horizon. People retreated back to their homes, knowing that it was the end of their star. Only a few were left witness the disappearance of the sun, but no one knows what happens next. Those who woke up realised the sun is never coming back and those who didn’t, well that’s obvious…  The sun was gone and no one knew why or when it will come back. 

Paula looked back at her sister a smile crossing her lips. She never knew what to tell her sister when she asked what the sun was. How can anybody explain something they know nothing of? 

“I don’t know Lily, but great-granddad says he saw one once…” 

Kick in the teeth

80

There were three of us. Me, your usual door-to-door salesman, once divorced, age 32. The woman dressed in punk clothes, from what I managed to understand she is in her late twenties, she hasn’t given her name or any other information about herself, so I can only guess that she has a boyfriend or a something along those lines, she checks her phone every few minutes, she is most likely unemployed, but that’s just me trying to play detective, and lastly she is the most untrustworthy. Well no, maybe amongst the two I could trust her more than the guy who has been talking to me. Mr Good Samaritan who has been looking for a way out, even though we are in a small room with no doors and windows and have already looked through all of the cracks. His name is Luke, age 30 works as a store clerk, in other words your everyday average Joe with way too good of a heart. 

I might have started from the wrong end here, but I found this notebook in my briefcase and after eight hours of nothing I decided to write down what’s happening. So like I mentioned there are three of us, we are trapped in some kind of room that looks like a hidden basement, I say that because a good ten feet up is on the ceiling ( this room isn’t wide, but it’s deep ) we can see a faint outline of what looks like a trapdoor. As for the rest of the room, it’s void of anything else, but stone walls and the tree of us. 

Yes, the time, we have been here for eight hours. That is what the punk girl says, because she is the only one that has a phone, that is about to die. So for the next few minutes we will have some knowledge of the passing time, but that’s about it. Thing is I don’t remember how I got here, none of us do. The last thing I remember is going home on Monday after heading my rounds. Luke says he remembers Monday morning, very early Monday morning, because he had to get to work earlier, so he says it was about six in the morning. And lastly the punk woman remembers Sunday night, around midnight, that’s all she told us. But we don’t know what day today is, because the calendar on the phone was messed with and now it shows 1976 June 8th. We are all from 2015 March 15-16th, so unless time travel is real, we aren’t allowed to know what day it is.

More about us. Right I’m named Adam and as I said the punk had a phone on her, where’s I had my briefcase with this notebook and a pen. Luke didn’t have a thing on him, or he just didn’t share with the rest of the class. Have no idea what to do or why we are all here. There is little to no connection between us. Sure our age is similar, but aside from that our personalities are completely different, not to mention our appearance. I have brown hair, Luke has blonde and the punk has black, not to mention she is a woman. I get that me and Luke have more in common than either of us with the punk, so I don’t know.

I have to guess that an hour passed, maybe more, the punks phone died a while ago. We stopped making small talk and are now in three different corners of the room. On my left is Luke and on my right is the punk woman. The silence is deafening. Luke suggested we get some sleep. The punk isn’t happy about it, she thinks one of us or even both might try and kill her or worse. I suggest letting one person sleep while the other two stand guard, she still doesn’t want to comply. We agree to wait it out for a bit longer. I wonder how much is ‘longer’. 

Time is a mystery here, there isn’t even a sound to guess what time it is. I agreed to be the first person to sleep, I really wanted to sleep and I didn’t care if I died in the process, it would be a blessing if anything. It is really terrifying to be in a quiet room for a long period of time. Not because of the other people, no because you start hearing things. I heard children laughing, I was the only one. The punk heard shuffling, like something is crawling through the walls, she refuses to be near a wall, she sits in the centre of the room. Good news is she talks to me, but when Luke tries to join in she shies away. Luke hasn’t heard anything; he doesn’t seem disturbed by this place at all. That is disturbing.

I swear to God, I am hearing kids. If I turn away from the room for too long or try to go to sleep, it’s like a playground is right next to my ear. I have no idea what the actual fuck. The punk has decided to stay next to me, well more like in front of me, she still doesn’t like the walls, and she says they start moving when she isn’t watching. Luke has become fidgety, he keeps biting his nails or fingers, whatever comes closest. He doesn’t talk about his hallucinations. I know he has them and I’m guessing he hears voices in his head or something, because he says ‘shut up’ or ‘stay quiet’, things like that. 

Luke… is is dead…  He slit his throat. He had a knife with himself. We were all sitting actually talking again, just to keep ssane, and he goes and pulls a knife from his pocket and slits his oown throat. Me and Linda are huddled together on the opposite side of the room. Pleases someone help us!

Linda is asleep in my arms, she calmed down, she almost looks like Luke now. It looks nice to be so calm. I wish I could sleep, I couldn’t fall asleep after Luke killed himself. Hunger! I never wrote about the hunger! I’m hungry… And… And Lukes body looks good. It’s muscle, I mean it’s made of meat, so it should be good. I haven’t told this to Linda yet, but I’m going to try it. If it’s good then we can live longer… 

Linda hasn’t woken up yet, I feel a lot better. But I know that Linda will freak out when she sees the blood on my clothes, she might try to kill me. I don’t… I have to end her first or she will end me.

She didn’t even see it coming I stabbed her in the heart. Her eyes shot open and that’s it, she went limp. The trapdoor clicked open the light is now shinning down into the room, a ladder is lowered. I’m going now. Good luck, you’re next.

End

Have a sane day.