Delores My Love- FreeVerseA lovely day for a grand adventure
Two Shadows walk along
The smaller looks for bugs to capture
The larger listens to bird song
Laughter fills the bright spring air
The sound of gravel muffled
Back in time when I was young
My Great Aunt's footsteps shuffled
Hide and seek in the pines
Shhh, Don't say a word
Her joyous face wrinkled with lines
As she plays along, listening to the birds
These feelings committed to my memory
But how I miss my Great Aunt
She was Bent and sagging, face gaunt
But still beautiful to me.
Delores My Love- CinguainSpring Time
Her death and also life.
Memories... Our time together
Life must go on
How she'd want it to be.
But I just can't stop missing her
In Death we part
But in no time at all
We will meet on the other side.
Under the ground.
Her soul freed from her body
To roam the heavens spreading light.
Chill of Night ..chap. 7 pt. 1Chap 7 pt 1
When we got home neither my parents or my little sister were there. My parents being gone didn't really surprise me but my little sister should have been home. Adam and I scoured the house hectically, looking for any signs of her but she wasn't there. A sudden thought entered my mind, what if the Alpha took her and was torturing her somewhere right now. After a few moments of nervous contemplationg I decided to call my mother, maybe Hailey was just at a friends house or had to stay after school.
Adam watched me anxiously as I dialed the number. Although it was unlikely, we were both afraid that something had happened to her. I started imagining Hailey in the hospital bed instead of Laine as the phone rang. I could tell Adam was starting to freak out too by the way he was pacing back and forth across the kitchen.
"Hello?" My Mom's voice crackled on the other line
Chill of Night ..chap. 6 pt. 3Chapter 6 part 3
I almost puked a few times as we checked under Laines bandages. All the wounds were stitched up and she had plaster around the majority of her right leg where I assumed her femur had broken. She also had plaster around her arm where her fractured elbow was. We checked under all the bandages that we managed to safely pry off and, to our relief, we found no bite marks.
Just as we were replacing the last bandage on her leg Adam's voice urgently whispered from the corner by the door. "Guys hurry up! Her mom is coming!"
"Shit!" Mikey squeaked. He frantically tried to tape down the bloodstained cloth but the tape wouldn't stick.
I rummaged through the drawers at the end of the bed trying frantically to
The Story of Winter- written in Haiku formA quarrel between two times
One manages to hang on
With cold revenging
Winding stairs of white
so imperfectly, falling
Breaking into me
Splinters of icing
Shattering with every breath
Cold tears are freezing
With white wastelands wide
Bring on the desolation
Winter is forever
Ways of Looking at a PianoA bright white pathway, scattered black cobblestones
Leading to musical bliss.
One end high the other low
And gentle like a feathery kiss.
The brown arms of wood hold the keys to my heart
Their beautiful voices excite me.
And though the music can be loud
This heavenly moment delights me.
3 pedals, the feet of the old music maker.
The organs inside a mass of wire
Dressed in paper filled with notes
My fingers grace the stars burning with lustful fire.
The Faceless GirlIf you took away the iron shell
If You took away the laughter
If you took away these things
She would rebel
Against the charade that was her master.
If you took away the happiness
and the illusion of fake courage
You would begin to see the shyness
And the Faceless Girl would flourish.
You would've seen that
She was not what she seems
The Joyfulness would break away
Revealing all her broken dreams.
You'd see she cried not from her eyes
For she had none
But she cried from her saddened soul
In the light she had begun
But the darkness took its toll.
She was the faceless girl
That no one seems to see
Her silent screams reveal
she wanted to be is free.
She wore a mask of joy
That people seemed to like
But underneath the mask
she cried with every strike
Do you not see how
Your forked tongue slashes
Opening up the scars
Of previously made gashes
Do you not notice
How the faceless girl pretends
she looks like a beautiful Lotus
But her weary life, she ends.
In the dimly lit white room
She used a