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Writing away friendsShe had lost a friend. A friend she adored and felt safe around for many months. She just couldn't stand his attitude anymore. He used her for his convenience and for entertainment, she couldn't handle it. She broke down, slowly degrading into a ranting madwoman. It was his fault. She left him, for better or worse. She doesn't have to take his presence and his problems anymore. She won't have to go out of her way to come up with pertinent advice. The chasm has kept them apart for too long and no matter how she tried to bridge it, it was only her. He put no effort into bridging the gap to a healthy friendship. Sure she'll miss the spontaneous moments, the fairly decent sex, and the comfort she shared with him. Of course, it hasn't been the same since the first time she disappeared from his life. But she doesn't care anymore. She writes to remind herself that she's in control of her life and she doesn't need him. She writes to erase him from her memory. He's gone.
Her life wastedThe door opens to a bright new scene,
The girl hesitates
And the door slams back into place.
She's safe in her box that she made.
The door opens to a true love.
His face shines in the box like a radiant sun.
She hesitates and fails to reach out to him
And the door slams back into place.
She's safe in her simple box that she made.
The door opens to the real world.
Materials and money flash before her eyes.
She's intimidated and hesitates.
The real world tempts her some more,
She fails to answer.
The door slams firmly shut
And she's safe within her little box,
Its dark corners comforting her like a longtime lover.
The door opens to family filled with love and honesty.
She reaches out,
But her box keeps her in.
She's afraid to venture after all these years hiding.
She hesitates once again.
The family disappears and she's alone,
In the dark that is her box.
Her box shrinks,
She's too weak to keep the door closed.
She's dying of old age,
Her mental state becomes unstable;
RainRain. The slow pitter-patter of rain. It runs down my window in rivers of tears. I stare at it, amused. A picture of my life. Slow and tedious. Rain. Beautiful rain. Silent torrents of blood. Clear and indifferent. Unchanged. Can rain have a life? Does it know beginning and end? Yes? No? Maybe? Who knows? As I stare at it, silent as it, I feel it. Calm and tranquility. Restlessness. Contradictions. Unexplainable emotions. I cry. I smile. I'm angered. I'm calm. Rain. Confusing metaphorical rain. Writer's rain. Terror. A common horror setting. Rain. The slow pitter-patter of true rain. My rain. My life. My metaphor. My truth.
Mother of ManyI stand among the children
Mother Nature bears.
The wind rushing through my hair,
Whistling through her immense fingers,
The trees, ringed with lush greenery.
I smile, watching her children change,
Yet stay constant.
Her rage brightens the sky,
Her tears fall below,
Her wrath blazes the desert,
As her breath swirls.
I smell the salt of the sea
And I glimpse her mountainous bosom.
I feel relaxed.
She wraps her essence
Around my numb form
And comforts me,
Rocking me into slumber.
Her children keep me company.
I need her.
If she vanished,
If Mother Nature disappeared,
Leaving behind barren
Formless, ever constant lands,
I really don't know if
I could handle the sudden abyss.
I'll end up an empty husk,
Emotionless like the land
That would surround me.
No more shall the worldAs the night sky slowly passes
and the day rises into being,
a moment in time is suspended.
The shrill of a bird ceases
as the nightly wind stops howling.
It's neither dark nor light,
the world shudders to a halt.
A gun fires,
bright flash amongst men.
blood spilled on the ground,
staining the earth crimson.
His spirit raises out of the dead flesh,
twirling revenge into the other's hearts.
A knife strikes,
a swift motion.
Repayment is complete.
The earth soaks in the drying blood,
thirsty for more.
a vampire sucking the life
out of innocent men.
Violence reigns in a society
that always seeks
Violence leads to death
of all men.
The blessed silence
is gone from the world.
No more shall the world
halt for mankind!
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