Box of Broken Words

I once remember what you said,

Your voice full of promises on which we could depend,

We were us and they were them,

we were your friends,

Before time did bend.

Time rushed past

And before we knew it,

The crowd engulfed you, and our friendship too

You knew it,

You blew it.

So now what,

we all wonder,

Now pushed back to group two,

As our times of laughter,

are a faded black and blue.

In some ways now,

We thank that bend in time,

for if not,

we still would,

be listening to your poppycock.

Oh dear...we are left with a box of broken words

Tainted Blood

As eyes close,

Two roses did thy see,

One red, as pure blood,

The other black, as night above.

Each sung their song to you,

Drawing closer to you,

And your heart beats,

Louder and Louder.

But beware the throns,

Surrounding you,

Caging you,

Trapping you.

To escape form this labrinth,

A rose is your key,

But, which shall you choose,

Which shall prick thy finger...

...Oh what has tainted thy blood?

Come...

Come...

Come stand in the rain with me,

feel the icy water against your skin,

let it drip down your hair,

and through your clothes.

Come...

Come lay in the grass with me,

the grass wet with rain or morning dew,

smell the dirt beneth you,

Smell the nature as it wraps around your fingers.

Come...

Come sit with me under the stars,

watch them from the hilltop,

from a mountain,

in the country,

where no lights can be seen.

Come...

Come find me in the forest,

Let your mind free,

Stand beneth the tall trees,

let the birds sing there song to you.

Come...

Come race with me,

across the grassy plains

where we can try to fly,

and you can catch me.

Will you come?...

Shield

Hey...so i was palying with some random story ideas..this is a part of a story i call Shield... It is set in the year 2352.. hopw you like it.

Lifeless with their heads hung, they stood all around her. She wanted to scream. Their faces were pale, their skin as white as snow. Blood dripped from their fingers where tubes and wire had used to make their home. Their hair lay all over the floor, their shaved heads covered in stiches and scars. Her stiff fingers ran their way through her hair till they touch the back of her head and the familiar smooth line, her scar. They were experiments, like her. They were silent. They were dead.


The girl sank down, her knees touching the blood stained floors. She placed her hands out in front of her, dirty cold and covered in the same dirt and dried blood that matted her hair together. Salty water droplets fell from her stinging eyes that she not dared to close, not in this place. Then there was a piercing scream, a familiar scream. She covered her ears trying to block it out, but she knew it would not go away, because it was her job to find the source of this sound and stop it one way or another. That is what they made her to do. She didn’t want to do this anymore.

Concentrating she focused on the sound and slowly the sound faded and was replaced by a baby's cry. The girl now moved her fingers to her temples and closed her eyes. Pictures flashes began to appear in front of her eyes a map inside her mind leading to this crying child, her legs started to run on their own following her mental instructions till they reached her destination. The girl opened her eyes. The light in this room was a brilliant white, machines of all sorts covered its walls, but there in the centre of the room was a baby, wrapped in a black cloth. It was crying loudly and pulled against the small restraints they were fastened around its arms and leg. As she was compelled to do, the girl rush towards the small figure, her knife slipping from her belt, slicing the restraints that held the child. “So what are you suppose to be huh? Why do they want me to save you? What is so special about you?”

Then suddenly the crying stopped as did the pressure inside her. She slipped her knife back into her belt and stared at the baby, before picking it up the little boy. She checked behind his head feeling for the scar, but there was none. “So you’re not a Shield then?” She looked at his bright eyes. “Then why did they want me to save you?” Suddenly the small child reached up and touched the girls face and she suddenly knew. They didn’t call her, the baby did.

They Are Night Zombies!! They Are Neighbors!! They Have Come Back From the Dead!! Ahhhh!

I-L-L-I-N-O-I-S! Ring the bell and call or write us

I-L-L-I-N-O-I-S! Can you call the Captain Clitus?

Logan, Grant, and Ronald Reagan

In the grave with Xylophagan

Do you know the ghost community?

Sound the horn, address the city

(Who will save it? Dedicate it?

Who will praise it? Commemmorate it for you?)

We are awaken with the ax

Night of the Living Dead at last

They have begun to shake the dirt

Wiping their shoulders from the earth

I know, I know the nations past

I know, I know they rust at last
They tremble with the nervous thought

Of having been, at last, forgot

I-L-L-I-N-O-I-S! Ring the bell and call or write us

I-L-L-I-N-O-I-S! Can you call the Captain Clitus?

B-U-D-A! Caledonia! S-E-C-O-R! Magnolia!

B-I-R-D-S! And Kankakee! Evansville and Parker City

Speaking their names, they shake the flag

walking the earth, it lifts and lags

we see a thousand rooms to rest

helping us taste the bite of death

I know, I know my time has passed

I'm not so young, I'm no so fast

I tremble with the nervous thought

Of having been, at last, forgot

I-L-L-I-N-O-I-S! Ring the bell and call or write us

I-L-L-I-N-O-I-S! Can you call the Captain Clitus?

Comer and Potato Peelers! G-R-E-E-N ridge! Reeders

M-C-V-E-Y! And Horace! E-N-O-S! Start the chorus

Corn and Farms and Tombs in Lemmon

Sailor Springs and all things feminine

Centerville and Old Metropolis

Shawneetown, you trade and topple us

I-L-L-I-N-O-I-S! Hold your tongue and don't divide us

I-L-L-I-N-O-I-S! Land of God, you hold and guide us

My Dear...

My Dear..My Dear,

How this pain is building up inside of me,

How it's cold mist makes me shiver,

How It keeps me awake

and spoils my dreams.

Do you feel it to?

My Dear..My Dear,

I stand there,

I watch the trees blow beside me,

I stare into the grey blue sky,

I wish. I wonder.

Do you wonder?

My Dear..My Dear,

I do not cry,

My Legs do not shake

My tears are silent,

they are invisible.

So that you cannot see them.

My Dear..My Dear,

I love the Autumn weather,

Crisp, cool, fresh.

I love the sounds.

The smells.

Do you love Autumn too?

My Dear..My Dear,

How I love to dream,

How I love to write

How I love to sing,

and How I love to scream.

Can you hear my screams?

My Dear..My Dear,

How I wish I had superpowers,

How I wish I had telepathy,

or super speed,

so I could run to the edges of my dreams.

Do you like to run or Dream?

My Dear..My Dear...

Dream?

OKAY PEOPLE....

 

this is starting to annoy me....but don't worry it has nothing to do with you guys.

It's just that lately I haven't being having any dreams....or dreams where I can only remember patches and then when I get up they disappear....

But is really annoying me.

Because I love to dream.

The dream I have are like stories.

sometimes when I try and explain my dreams I just want to be able to plug a chord into my head so you can watch me dreams like a T.V show....Wouldn't that be cool. :)

But no I can't do that :( and when I try to explain them out loud they sound stupid...so usually I write them down like a story.

so everyone can read them....and so I can remember them...gezzz I still remember a dream I had 3 years ago...a dream that I called Millenniums cruse. but that is definitely a different story.


but lately I haven't had any dreams I could remember...and it kind of saddens me.... I no that sounds lame....but I want to dream.

well that the end of my rant...and you never know maybe I will dream tonight. :)