Everyone aims for something in their life, a goal, a person, an achievement, but in this world everyone has the same goal. Our scene is set in the small room of a 19 year old girl waking up in her collage dorm room…. “10 o’clock! No I can’t be late again!” Said a very panicked Elizabeth. She sprung up out of bed and rushed to her 10 o’clock world history class only to realize half way there that she was still in her butterfly pajamas, she rushed back to her room and started digging through her laundry. “What a lovely day!” Said Elizabeth’s roommate Lana who had just come back from her first class. “Splendid” replied Elizabeth as she pulled on her usual grey hoodie. “Ya know Lizzy, you should really look into an alarm clock.” Said Lana. “ not right now Lana” replied Elizabeth. Elizabeth finally arrived at her class, her as usual 15 minutes late. “ your late, again” said Mr Banes spotting her trying to sneak to her seat Elizabeth didn’t say a word and headed to her seat. “ ok class, I trust you have each completed the reading I assigned to you for the quiz tomorrow, but for today I have invited a very special guest speaker Mrs perfection from the university of blah blah blah she will be talking to us about the history of how our society developed the world religion! “Well thank you mr Banes!” replied Mrs perfection. Mrs perfection had a strikingly bubbly person always showing happy expressions so it was no surprise when she began speaking with passion and belief. “since the very beginning of time man has known the empty spaces that where bestowed open us through our common sense, our very psyche has shown us this lacking… this need for fulfillment. but it wasn’t until anwir pseudonym, in the 15th century, the savior of our world, was shown what it was. He was chosen to see because he had made for himself a successful life. He was shown by a cosmic being, who in the scrolls is referenced as “Abaddon” we are not exactly sure the appearance of this being, but according to the scrolls it was tall and beautiful, it had large wings feathered with thorns and thistles, it had glowing white eyes all over its body and was hot with fire, it’s head was crowned with black vines and gold, it was white and red with black over its face it was wearing a draping silk scarf that was blacker than black, and bright, its skin appeared to be made of stones. It told anwir pseudonym the very meaning of human kind, according to the scrolls anwir spent 250 years in a time loop with abaddon, and it told anwir all of the knowledge of the world, and so anwir put it in writing, and this writing is what we follow today. These scrolls have detailed direction of how to live life, but throughout each page it says again, and again, in different forms how the meaning of life is success, and succes is money, and money is happiness. Abaddon gave us a gift, the knowledge of how to live a full life, And that is the prophecy that has proven to be true for millenniums.” Mrs perfection walked off the platform with her head immediately dropping as the last word had left her mouth. All the class gathered their things and went about their days with blank expression. “This is the way life is, this was the foundation of human life!” Elisabeth tried to convince herself, which she had been trying to do ever since she had first heard of this revolution, but she felt like the only one in this world who didn’t believe it. Elizabeth was taught growing up, in fact everyone was taught, that there is no one to pray to and no one to hear you, so it’s no surprise that nobody ever prayed. their churches consisted of statues of anwir and Abaddon, and the scrolls that anwir wrote. But Elizabeth had come to a place where there was no hope, no joy, in life all that you could feel, was dependent on your success, everyone must go to college, get a degree, and find work, and if you didn’t you where seen as a waste of life. With these thoughts motivating her, with all of her emotions displayed before whoever she was told was not listening, Elizabeth prayed, she prayed so hard she broke a sweat, she told whatever she was praying to the deepest disparity in her heart, when she was finished she felt like she was floating, she felt freed for the first time, so she took a silent moment in this place… then she opened her eyes and, snap! She was in a white room with fluffy peach clouds all around, vibrant trees filled with fruit and green leaves, waterfalls, clear waterfalls, the air smelled like fresh flowers and honey but subtle it felt like cotton was touching her body, and all she saw was what she hadn’t seen. and so she looked forward and saw coming toward her a huge being glowing with love and freedom, all she felt from it was love, love for her surrounding, overwhelming love, when it drew closer she felt warmth, not physically but in a way that was indescribable, it’s voice was soft and powerful it sounded like the breeze of the ocean, the being sat down on a cloud and told Elizabeth all the truths the hearts of man had been missing for centuries, so Elizabeth wrote it all down. it felt as if she had been up with the being for near moments, but when she looked at her writing she saw it was 1200 full pages, then the being got up and turned away and told her “be the truth teller” Elizabeth was too full of completeness that she couldn’t bear to say anything more than “what should I address you as” “Yeshua” the being replied, then he was gone. Elizabeth opened her eyes for what felt like the first time, and silence. it felt as if she where looking at herself from her soul floating above her. and in that moment she knew that abaddon had lied and the prophecy was false, but she had no anger, just hope. she looked down and saw the book Yeshua had told her to write, in the “book filled with the truth,”which is what it would later be called, where she wrote her name, was now written as “Alethea” which in Greek means “truth teller” so she went everywhere screaming holding the book above her head “THIS IS THE TRUTH” and eventually she got it published and for a reason that was only understood by Elizabeth, everyone knew it to be true, so then people prayed to Yeshua and lived their life’s fulfilled, free, and according to the laws of the book which where pure and good, and people no longer aimed for perfection, they all imbraced that they where imperfect, there was still pain, but now they could turn to Yeshua who’s spirit comforted them. and the hearts of man where full for the first time in history. 2000 years later: in the college of truth: “good morning class!” Said mr. wite “today I have a special guest speaker on how or world developed the book filled with truth” “well thank you mr. wite, my name is miss Alethea…”
“Mirror, it is something that ruins my life, but I still use it everyday.” 16 year old Daria rolled out of bed reluctantly, as she had done hundreds of times before. She then entered her room where she approached a tall white mirror next to a small window, she sat before it and took a long look at her tired face. “Dark circles, puffy cheeks, and new blemishes.” “Well this will be a fun morning.” Daria said aloud talking to her reflection. She took another moment to think of what color shirt and eyeshadow she should wear. she looked in the mirror to imagine different colors. as she came to the conclusion of brown, she noticed her eyes where dilated. she inched closer to the mirror only to realize her reflection wasn’t moving. Terror arose in her as she said aloud “ hm that’s weird, oh I forgot something in the other room” She walked out of her room moving briskly as if to make it seem she wasn’t afraid. she found another mirror and with terrible fear looked at the image staring back, this time it appeared to be her reflection. she sighed with great relief and went to get ready. as she sat back down her eyes started to betray her heart, and she stared for to long. I must have gained weight, she thought, she then started her makeup when she noticed her body again appeared to have put on 10 pounds just while she was sitting there. Her face started to become pale and dull, and her features started to shift. She tried to see clearly but tears blurred her eyes as she started to cry. hundreds of ideas flooded her head of how to appear “better” when she opened her eyes almost everything was back to normal, accept her eyes where filled with tears and her makeup was running down her cheeks. Then she noticed her expression change from self sorrow, to pity, then her appearance went back to the previous one. the figure staring back glared at her, shaking her head, now with an offended look on her face. Daria didn’t feel fear this time, instead she felt embarrassment. They stared at each other for a few minutes until Daria asked, “your her?” “Am I?” the image replied. “ I’m not sure, I don’t know what I look like anymore, the person I am, the person others see, and the person I see in the mirror all seem to be different beings.” Daria exclaimed. “ you cry over me, and they way I appear when your not even certain of who I am? How do you think that would make me feel?” The figure replied “ I’m so sorry, I would have never said that to someone other than myself.” Replied Daria “ oh, so you think I care that you said it? No it doesn’t matter that you said it, that’s the way you feel is it not? And you say you would never say this to someone else other then yourself? Who are you to treat yourself that way? Enlighten me Daria.” The figure said angrily. “ I do feel that way. But I look exactly like you, or I think so, honestly, it wouldn’t be as hard to love myself in any body I just want the chance to, every time I try, my body, my face, my whole appearance seems to change, I don’t know who I am.” Daria replied. “ Daria, you are you. You have never truly seen yourself, only your reflection, anyone else who sees you, sees you more clearly then you do. you are you, and I am your body. We are not related, we are not alike, I don’t know who you are, and you don’t know who I am. when people see me they don’t know you, but when they know you they lose sight of me, all I am is a body. you think I’m yours, your hard on every part of yourself, so makes sense that you would hate on me. Your mind is twisting your eyes! you wanna know what you like like? Break this mirror. See clearly, yourself is not in this mirror you won’t find her here. this world won’t allow you to see what you truly look like, not in your reflection. it has blinded you which is why I appear different every day. Now see clearly.” The figure then disappeared and Daria looked in the mirror, she looked how she did before the figure appeared, how she did everyday since the last time she grew, only she didn’t even notice that. That day she went to school wearing that shirt that she had considered wearing each day for the past year, she wore no makeup, her hair frizzy and curly, she wore her heart on her face. And she looked like herself. Truly herself.
Lost in the fog Alone in the deep Bound by a promise That he couldn’t keep The darkness swept Across the land He reached right in To take her hand The mark was there It was too late The blinders came Across the gate He tried to climb And change their fate But blackness set in It was too late A timeless tear Came to his eye a subtle whisper That said goodbye The separation Marked the end Of a forgotten love That could not mend
(THIS IS BY MY MOTHER)
(The word was “Room”) My room is my home, it’s a part of my home but it’s where I feel most at home. I’ve spent most of my life in the this room, most of my minutes. I’ve trusted this room to encase me safely wile I am unconscious. This hollowed out piece of cement has managed to stay the same while watching me grow, cry, scream, break down, sing, and be alive. I’ve clothed it in different things throughout my phases, stickers, posters with different bands or uplifting messages, mirrors getting higher up as I grow. In my youth it was my Territory, my house, my safe space. Leaving it is like leaving a part of of me behind. We share memories that nobody else has seen, it was me in my room nobody else. Now I leave my youth behind in this square, and move on. Seeing my new room feels like an arranged marriage, getting thrown into something I don’t know expecting to make memories, and joy. Simply forgetting what memories could have been formed. I put up the same posters, and mirror like putting someone’s ashes on your shelf. I wake up for months not knowing where I am, my arm hits the wall and I don’t recognize the textures, my room has ridged stripes and smooth bumps, this wall has a matte straight feel. This is not my room, but it is, I live here. No a room is not an inhabitant, a room must be earned with memories good and bad, crying while hitting your hand on the wall, sliding of the wall on to the floor, stained carpets, cracked ceilings, sighing with relief at the sight of your room after a long day. This room has not earned its way into being mine, like marriage you have to know someone before you say with confidence and pride, “this one is mine” because though this room may keep me safe now, and see me as I am. It does not know me, and it will never know who I was.
When you break a glass, the world seems to stop. Like a slow motion moment, only it’s not slowed down. You feel guilt, regret, fear, perhaps sentiment. But in those few seconds the world goes on. 80 miles away, someone just met the one they will spend their days here with. Maybe a few towns down, someone just saw the face of their long awaited child for the first time. In another country days away, someone just healed their heart and they can live on. Somewhere unknown, children play they toss a ball, have fun, and smile. In another city, someone just found out that their fatal illness has left their body. In another place, a man got down on one knee, took all his courage to make a life with his love. Somewhere else on this endless earth, someone just kissed their bride. In another world, or so it seems, someone found their way in living. Perhaps somewhere else there are smiles, perhaps somewhere else there is joy, redemption, reunion, memories, love, peace. In your small moment of failure there are dreams coming true, so close your eyes and smile for the millions of people having their heart flutter. When there’s any negative moment leave it behind. Because tomorrow you won’t be there. So just leave now. Go in someone else’s joy, turn that moment around. So next time you break a glass smile, and know life is a wheel, You just happened to land here. But somewhere else is a different place, Once it spins again you will be there.
It was my 14th birthday all I had wanted was a parrot for as long as anyone could remember, the day finally came when I woke up to the contrast of this day, compared to others. Though it wasn’t because it was my birthday. I got the strange sense of purpose. One you would get after you see your baby girl smile for the first time, or find out you where accepted into your dream school. Only I was still a child, with no cares or stresses. I floated downstairs with surreal joy as I saw my parents gleefully and passionately hand me my gift with a warm happy birthday. My dreams collided as I saw a beautiful figure move about in a small cage. It had beautiful scarlet feathers with white and black accents and a greenish yellow face, it’s eyes where deep and looked like it had known far more than you would expect, with no interest in telling anyone. I felt excitement rush through my body as the sense of new came. The parrot I had wanted for so many years was in my possession. Nobody would have guessed where this would follow. Days past and I still had the joy I had when I first got the parrot. He hadn’t spoken yet but I hoped he would eventually. One night was particularly quite no sound but the ringing silence of silence. That’s when I heard it. My parrot spoke! But what was that he said? He repeated it with more urgency each time. Finally I heard what he said. Though I wish I hadn’t. Little did I know those 3 words would be burned on my memory and life. “Something isn’t right” he said, “SOMETHING ISN’T RIGHT” he repeated. My throat tightened and I ran out of my room to my parents. “What is it what’s wrong?” Said my mom as I barreled through the door. “What happened?!” My dad said as he sprang up and went to get his pocket knife. I tried to gather the words but all that came out was a little “t-the parrot” mom rushed to my room but the parrot was gone. No windows open no way to get out. We just jumped in the car and started driving around town. We kept the windows open and called his name. We drove for almost an hour when I heard it. “SOMETHING ISN’T RIGHT!” This time in in the voice of a young girl about 14 I told my parents what I heard and they said I was tired. But I kept hearing it. We gave up our search for the night and went home. I heard it the entire night. Each time I fell asleep I saw something it looked familiar but I couldn’t place it. The next morning I tried to place what I had seen in my dream but each time I thought about it the image just looked normal. Nothing scary, but as I thought about it I said allowed, “something isn’t right” I gasped realizing the girl i heard was me. I looked around and realized the place I had seen was the basement. I ran down and saw a red scarlet feather. I looked around but nothing. As I was about to go back upstairs I heard someone knock down the door to the basement. “Dad?” I said shakily. But it wasn’t my dad. A tall man dressed in black pinned me against the wall and covered my mouth. My dad was at work and my mom went to the store. I was as good as dead. He held a gun to my head and demanded me to go with him before he could finish his demand he fell over and started to quickly bleed out on the floor. I gasped for breath and ran up the stairs tripping over myself. I called the police and my mom rushed home. Weeks later we got a phone call from the police station asking us to come in, when we got there they sat us down and told us that what happened was a miracle. The man’s heart was in paled by something unknown and the only trace of anything they could find was a disease called “psittacosis” only carried by parrots.
Bees offer honey far more readily than they sting But assumptions are made for flesh and for skin Your flipped inside out pulled by your heart Yet before they look there they tear you apart Instead of healing your heart you draw a new stripe And hope that you heal from only their sight look at you from the eyes in their heads I don’t stand a chance! they have made my heart blind I’m still in a trance. Where is the rest of me I’m a hollowed chest! You get what you see, when what you see is your nest.
