Blades cutting through cold

People becoming old

A curl could swirl

The girl is a pearl

The figure whirls

I saw a squirrel

The judge hurled

The dog curled

The log fell

Fellow neighbors ran away

The show got canceled

No more ice skating for today

The day ended early

The people ran away

The squirrels flew up a story

The story never ended

The judges flew and folded

For the girl on the right

I run the rough the vast sized alleyway, trying to catch up to him. I plummet to the ground, concrete hitting me, and bawl my eyes out. The trees are swaying the wrong way. The winds blowing my away my skin. I feel like ashes will fall off, spread out, and die. I breathlessly mumble words no one can hear, not even me. Nothing to be heard but wind and the trees swaying the other way. His cars gone, left, and away. I fly away as ashes to be left in the fire. I burn away.

I wanted to see the world in color. See through the cracks of the curtains. The sun never burned through. I wanted to blow away the flowers. I wanted to cut the tall grass. I wanted to see what was beneath it. I wanted to free the bees, and watch them fly away. I wanted to see the sunlight beam on a bus.

I drowned, never swam, never breathed. I sinked down into the grass, burying myself underneath it. I closed the curtains shut, not a seep of light shining through. I couldn’t free the bees, they all rotted in the glaze. I couldn’t see sunshine, I lived in a cloudy city. I never saw the world in color

The last whispers ever heard of, “I love you, Harley…”

The worlds spinning

I feel different

I don’t understand

Why is this happening

What’s happening

I don’t like this

I’m turning weird

My face is melting

I’m turning into something more

Something elsewise

More than anything

A weird creature

Wrapped around in vines and veins

The tiredness fades away

The alleyway is becoming foggy

I forgot everything

My names off the record

I spin on a player

I am played at different speeds and volumes

Navy Blue is a gorgeous color, often associated with formal. Navy blue does rules a lot of peoples hearts, especially girls choosing their favorite color. Navy blue is friends with a lot of colors like dark red, olive, and more. They’re all very formal, and quite useful for most colors. Their younger sibling is baby blue, lightest of them all. Their parents are Blue, and black. Everyone loves their families, and they love everyone. It’s all happy and fun, but formal in their house. The house they live in is very white and beige, but still pretty. The house is very large and decorated with vases and flowers that grow.

Whispers on the wind

cold and dull

warm and sun

listening closely

like a voice from your soul

calling for you too come back

always keeping you near

close by

guarding you

but you leave still

and everything goes away

more shades of gray than expected

sadness fills your lungs

you can’t breathe

your heart aches for more

but you’re standing still

waiting for a miracle

**_April 19th, 1993

_** Dear Diary, today we had a play go on in our auditorium. The mice danced around people in a circle, like a marching band. I can only remember the people as distorted, and blurry. The all looked normal, until you saw their maybe happy face. It looked like they smiled, but I couldn’t see it. The sound was like click-clack, and the people were laughing I think. The only thing I didn’t like was the mean teachers in khaki pants. They would snarl and point you out with their looks. The small mice feared them as well, but the kids I think couldn’t see them. I was sat next to my friend, a teacher, and the rest of the room was blank. I ate a lot of yellow pebbles, fluffy fur, and differently shaded mini circles. I had a grand time in the auditorium, one of my favorite memories I might ever have. Well that’s all for today. I don’t like the name “Diary,” its overused. I’m going to use the name Mouse. Bye Mouse, and bye if you’re reading this.

Sincerely, Jace Sebrah

Overall Feeling of the day : Happy

**_May 30th, 1993

_**Dear Mouse, today we had to stay in our rooms. I was bored, and walked around my little space. My new notebook I bought was filled with doodles and drawings. I laid down in my bed at least 20 times. My head felt like it was spinning, and twisting the world. I’m not sure if I was dreaming, or if everyone was going crazy. I saw people walking past, maybe they didn’t? I saw guards and nurses and patients being shoved out their little cells. I wished there was something to do here that’s not writing, or drawing. I kept on reading and repeating the guard names in my head like Bryan, Bob, Billy, or maybe I was going insane. It’s like all they’re names start with a “B”. I felt like climbing the walls. I wish I could go back to the auditorium. Bye Mouse, and bye if you’re reading this.

Sincerely, Jace Sebrah

Overall Feeling of the day: Lonely

**_June 5th, 1993

** Dear Mouse**, _**today was a bit sad. A lot of people passed away because of a disease. I don’t remember what the name was, but it was affecting many people here. I hope I don’t get it. That’s all for today. Bye Mouse, and bye whoever’s reading.

Sincerely, _ Jace Sebrah_

Overall Feeling of the day: Sad

Goodbye Mouse

Goodbye whoever’s reading this

Today is the day I have gotten sick, and might die. I feel weak in my bones, and it takes long to write. I’m very sorry for leaving you guys like this. I hope to see you again, goodbye.

Sincerely, Jace Sebrah

Overall Feeling of the day: I’m sorry.

________________________________________

** HELLO**

Let’s be for real here

Am I probably going to do a part 2 of this or something, yes.

Am I also too lazy, yes.

The wind blew fast outside, creaking into the roof. I felt the wind over my arms, trying to push me down. The speakers rang, “He will NEVER be stopped! The greatest, and the only, The Dancing Mice!” I struggled on the squirming rope, trying to find the end. The one-wheeler bike tossed roughly, losing balance fast. I felt my skin drop, the bike falling with me. The mice running around, the tank of water splashing. Everything became blurry, like I was sinking. I needed the air, I needed to breathe. Although, I sunk and never got my wish for it.

I visited the haunting place decades after, to see the great once again. It was ruined from memories both good, and bad. I walked to the backstage with cobwebs, dust, and animal dumps. The mice food, rotten, the rope, forgotten, and the tank of water, cold. I wore a hazard mask and suit cautioned. I prayed to myself that the scene of the memories would stop, all my friends, all the screams, the faces. Everything shakened, and bad. I remembered stretching, hyping others up, and being happy. All the memories were lost, but then found.

I suffered from brain damage when I fell. The hospital thought I wouldn’t survive. I pushed through, and made it. The years and decades later of losing those memories, I regained them slowly. I got the memories flowing in the building. The red and white striped ceiling and clothes, the dusty benches with popcorn underneath them, the broken light that screamed our names, the speaker of loud. The mad house was our name. We yelled for it, we cared for it, we laughed with it. Everything ended afterwards, called them off, and ran away. The music never played again, only sad crickets in the night. I wish I could go back, and try again for a night.

I walked along the cracks gently, each and everyone passing by. The sogginess reached my brain. The wind felt moist against my skin, the weather hurting my brain. I threw rocks up against walls, the people walking by to turn them all. The haze ran against me, pushing me farther back. The time spins and creak. I fall into a seat, in an auditorium as we speak. People’s voices crowd around me. The show started and the spark got discovered. I appeared on the road. That haunted me long ago. The skin crawls far, and time breaks hearts.

We are the afterlife

The ones who float through the sky

We are the gods

The ones who control the time

We are the suns

The ones who shine across the village

We are the birds

The ones who sing a song to sing along

We are the die

The ones who roll to win

We are the crimes

The ones who run for freedom

We are the animals

The ones who live off themselves

We are the people

The ones who control this world

But who are we when no one’s watching?

What do we live by?

What do we love for?

What do we feel to?

What would we do?

Who are we when no one’s watching?

We are them

We are the ones

We are the times

We control the presence and present

We live for

We breath for

We die for

The cat walks accordingly, making sure each step is in line. The cats bold and glamorous while a dog runs beside it loudly. The cat is very strategical while the dogs crazy. Light collared collars on them both bringing out their reflection. Big eyes and pretty fur stay with both. The dogs very golden, and keeps their hair brushed nicely. There’s also a raccoon close by, stalking their “prey”. The raccoons fur is matted and cold, living in trash and sadness. Jealousy floats around gently, but is protected from the beautiful cat and dog.