My father may no longer be part of me,
he is here with me, but he is not a part of me. I left my father, Like an apple rolling away from the tree inch by inch, day by day. Now I must stand for myself, alone to fight the darkness, without help, and barely standing a chance. No longer may I be a child, I must fight on instead, no matter what, this twisted world throws at me, I will survive. Never will I fall, Never will I give up, I will carry on, No matter what.
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Buildings keeling over From the pains of bombs and mines, The rubble’s dust drifts through the wind Resting from time-to-time. Windows masked in deep black A shield from wondering eyes, War raging on, going strong Taking many lives. Why does it matter Why don’t I leave, I suppose if I tried hard enough I could flee with ease. I could have a better life Or a worse one over there, I already can live life here So why risk a scare. My house is still intact Withstanding the air, The darkness embraces and warms my soul For I can’t see the war anywhere. When I was young I was told home is where Your family and friends are that day, They all live in Afghanistan That’s why I stay. Alone and frightened.
with him, myself. His conscious rips. shreds the tears- he cannot know so much. He is a dark night. terror, I am. A coiled beast inside, with the dripping darkness of time. He wants to strike, I do. The lust to tear, the urge to burn. He wants to bite. Wallowing, patience bubbling, beneath the murky pool- the place where spirits churn. Diamonds to dust: He wants the pain, I want to love. The wind is quiet and mellow, like a giant’s easy sigh. You sit down on the yellowing grass and examine the beautiful piece of nature, clothed in candy yellow and velvety black.
I want a closer look at you. I take a few steps forward and C r a c k goes a twig. You look up frantically, like the little twig could actually want to harm you. A quiet, tiny, insignificant thing like that? He would never think of touching your beauty. I take another few steps and C r u n c h go the leaves under my feet. You are getting suspicious. Suspicious? Why? I would never hurt you. Not you, hurting you would be a waste of beauty, of passion, of love. I decide to wait a little longer, though my body tells me to run out of my camouflage and capture you back to the warm, sweet bed I prepared for you. But I wait. And I wait. Until you are done with your nature, and you stand. Until you walk slowly and gracefully through the wild grass. And I walk a few steps forward and C r a c k goes another twig. You jump a little. Why are you so scared? I would not touch a little, fragile thing like you. One look at your porcelain face and I would give you the world. You turn quickly and walk to your car, faster than I have ever seen you walk before. You look one last time behind you, like a person is standing in the woods, about to jump out on you. But I would never do that. I could never hurt you. You step in your car and stick your key in the ignition. Do not worry, little one. I have taken your battery. Now you may stay with me forever. There is a puzzled look on your face when your car does not turn on right away. I smile. Where do you have to go? I am right here. You slide your phone out of your expensive purse and dial your father’s number. Why try calling? There’s no reception in the silent stillness of the forest. You look panicked. May I help you? I walk towards your car and C r u n c h c r a c k r u s t l e . Why do you look at me that way? Why do you think I would hurt you? I walk up to your window. You roll down your window. You ask me for help. You ask if there is a service station near here. I tell you I’ll give you a ride to the gas station down the road. At first you doubt me. But why would I hurt you? You smile. I love that smile, like a burst of fiery sweetness that explodes through my mind, keeping me up late into the night thinking about you. You get out of your car and follow me to my truck. I parked in a side road so you wouldn’t see me. You ask me my name. My name? What IS my name. All I know is your name. Your beautiful, soft-spoken name. The name that rolls off my tongue, the name that, when spoken, brings memories of Christmas morning. But my name? I do not know. I lie. I do not like lying to you, but I have to. Dave, I say. You tell me your name. Wedding bells ring through my mind, and it feels like the sun is shining through me. Elizabeth. So easy, so beautiful. I smile. I love your name. We slip into my car and I start the engine. We chug along down the road, towards the gas station. But I have a surprise for you. I turn onto my street, the street that will soon be your street. You ask where we are going. I say we are taking a short cut. I lie again. I do not like lying. I tell you I need to stop in my house for some money. Will you come with me? You seem frightened at first, but then you follow me. We go in my house. Our house. I close and lock the door behind me, and sit down at the table. You ask why I am not getting money. I no longer need money. I have you. You scream. Why? Why are you screaming? Stop. Please stop. I do not mean to hurt you. The tears fall from your eyes. But why? Elizabeth, I could never hurt you. But you do not believe me. You ram on the door. It does not do you any good. My house is sound proof. You scream over and over. Elizabeth, please. Please stop. Please don’t make me hurt you. Beads of sweat form on my fatigued face.
Cloth covers me head to toe. I am the epitome of dread. My eyes burn through the ragged fabric through which I gaze. But underneath this raggedy robe, stands a woman who- if ever given the slightest chance- can rise up as a bird soaring through the bombed skies! She can rip off the cloth, drenched in sweat, and become more than she ever was …or ever will be. But given this endless, bitter, silent war, there is limits. I must not break those limits. I must not break those boundaries. No matter how much I want to or how much I try victory is far from my grasp. Glare into the pure, clear glass that stands in front of us. The same as anyone else, But we want to be different. Nothing in society can be considered perfect, even though we all want to be. The forlorn that whirls through us like a tornado feels like torture, because we are blamed to be ourselves but when we are changed it’s still wrong. That bitter taste of sorrow that you taste filling up in your mouth makes you feel heartsick. We have a constant visualization that someday we could be looked upon with adoration but for some reason that day doesn’t arrive. The blank piece of paper that is soon full of words that makes your heart sting when you silently repeat the letters forming a scene of sadness. We are all the same existence of life, and our unique qualities are what forms us together and if one thread is cut the whole picture is ruined. Our heart beats for a reason and that reason shouldn’t be broken, by a mistake or by the bottle of remorse poured into a person’s innocent heart. As I look into the Mirror
there is a girl that I see She is kind and sweet but she is not me The girl that you see is a lot different then the girl that I am I am anger and sorrow covered up in a coating of happiness but sometime I just can't cover up I tell people don't worry just look at the positive while I am stuck looking at the negatives As I look into the mirror there is a girl that I see this is not me. -Emily Farina A breath of air finally escapes, the lips that have waited so long for that breath,
Open eyes, tell all that need to be told, The prince and pauper finally meet, old memories disappear into your silent past, along with hearty tears and regretful laughs, You’re ready, to try the slipper of chance. Sun dancing on my skin
Bright turquoise and violet flowers spread across the bear grass patches Blue sky and puffy white clouds floating above my head Colorful butterflies fluttering by Humid air fills my lungs Green grass spun into tangles of waiting Water tickling my toes Coolness of chlorine drenches me with satisfaction Cool air starts to dawn Green leaves become red Hats and boots replace sandals and sneakers Diving boards become chalk boards Glittering crystals shimmer on the ground Keeping me from awakening the peaceful silence Children laughing at the joy of a sled race Warm soothing hot cocoa to mend a fault Sun dancing on my skin Bright turquoise and violet flowers spread across the bear grass patches Blue sky and puffy white clouds floating above my head |
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