As he reaches the rocks he carefully lays aunt Evie on the water’s edge letting her Wet sand scraped of the oversized pants of jasper, a poor trapped soul roped into something he had no control over.. In his arms, the corpse of his dead aunt lay cradled limp. He didn’t want to kill her but demelza… he had no choice. The cult he was born into, the fort on the hill, demelzas watchdogs. A foot hold in everything, life was strict no one crosses demelza but how is that a family? Well I guess it’s only his die hard believers who believe that, Jasper has other ideals..

He looked down at his aunt, non-stop apologies stringing from his chapped lips. Jas remember demelzas talk on how 7 bodies must be sacrificed to become a part of this family, what he never mentioned was how close to “home” these sacrifices had to be. This was Jaspers 3rd body, he got better at carrying the dead weight but less so the voices they left behind. The wind talks, we all know a howl in the night a whisper in a door crack but what no one hears are the words. The words the dead carry across, this night the moon shone high and the screams reached the just as high.

Spotting the rocks, jasper slowed his pace, his breathing picking up. That’s where he was shown, where she must lay but what if he wasn’t ready to say goodbye? Can you ever be? His feet trudged through the sand now, almost tripping on his pant legs, the voices became louder again. As if he could feel the breath on the back of his neck, goose bumps raided his skin. One voice stood out among the crowd in the wind, his brother. They had made plans to escape Demelza, Mark was already a part of this group of watchdogs but also longed to escape save his brother from the sights he had to endure on a daily basis. But the night before their planned departure Jas was called upon, to be told his first victim. It was the woods to the east where he buried mark.

He laid his Aunt down leaving her feet be washed with the growing tide. He begins to paw at the sand, the damp crystals beginning to cut deeper under his nails. Grunting he dug for what felt like hours and could’ve been he was so lost he had no clue of time it was washed out, after he was as satisfied as could be with a grave or a loved one he lifted her body up and once she was placed, arms crossed in the pitiful grave, her voice was the only one heard along with the gentle purring of the waves growing closer.

How many voices would end up lost, how many words would never be spoken, all because a coward couldn’t run away?

Roots are the bones of our past, They’re made to last, Searching the world for life, Hiding away at night, They stay buried deep unless searched for, Once they come out most wish they never asked for more, They’re not the prettiest, the blossoming flowers we’re used to, They’re rough, long, a past we wish we never knew, But they made us, good or bad, we can’t for get them, As much as they might overwhelm, Buried within us, peaking out only to the worthy, I might hide my roots to many, but without them I’d be a pitiful tree.

I look around, everything is blue, The walls, the floor, the haze in my vision, I was searching, it became everything I knew, Now it effects all my decisions, It’s cold and distant, Yet soft to touch, Washes over like this mist and, Has changed the way I see love, It keeps me caged, Blue walls of fear, I am now in raged, By things I hold dear, Ill never escape, Maybe I just don’t want to, Because there’s never a day, I’m not trapped by these walls of blue...

Tear in my heart, Tear in my eye, Oceans apart, If I could fly, I’d be coming to you, No matter the distance, A bit desperate,it’s true, Forgive my persistence, Two months alone, I cling to our calls, Never leave my phone, What if we lose it all? Time is wearing, Our bones away, My sirens blaring, I wish you had stayed.

She sat in the window, In her silent home, A recent widow, She now sits alone, Though his scent still lingers, His voice a constant echo, She counts the months on her fingers, She can’t seem to let go, His pictures remain on the wall, His art still hung high, Tragic he didn’t survive the fall, I guess not all angels can fly, She sits in the window, day in day out, So many things she’s never said, Inside she wants to scream and shout, Will she ever make amends?

I looked at your pictures on my wall, Your paintings on my skin, I sighed knowing you had it all, I know my passions taken as a sin, Your scent flames my candles, And my hair falls like yours last summer, I dream of feeling one of your flannels, In the race for your gaze,I’m front runner, My thoughts are consumed, Finding ways for you to notice me, I don’t think I’ve ever swooned, Over someone who chooses ripped jeans, It’s as if your everywhere, And I can’t help but fantasize, I know that you do not care, But loving you is one of my nine crimes, I know you’ll notice me one day, Maybe when I’ve gone mad, But you don’t have the right to say, That this is wrong, these feelings I’ve always had....

Hope you enjoyed!

“It’s not like that,” “It never is,” “We can fix this,” “Is that a fact,” “I never deserved your love, questioned why, you gave it to me- figured out someone else called you mine,” “Come on baby please, we’ll be alright,” “My hearts been torn, ripped to shreds,” “I admit it was wrong, they got inside my head,” “Empty lies and promises won’t cut it anymore, I’m packing my bags and I’m out the door.”

-set to the tune of falling ,Harry styles, just a bit slower and not the whole song- :)

Rest your head, Close your eyes, Open your mind search for the good times, Have a good night;

Look to the sky, Look at the moon, It’s all dark but the light will be back soon, Relax while I’m telling/singing you this tune;

Look to the stars, go somewhere far, Dream of a land with no pain and no scars,

Dreaming again, dreaming again, dream.....

Sirens blared, men fell, and corpses carpeted the wet mud. Back at the trenches it was also chaos. Organized panic ensued. Men rushed to find their weapons, putting out their cigarettes as on the wet wall as they ran. One smug lieutenant sat back under a small covering watching the chaos as privates screamed bloody murder. This was war.

Shaun, new to the war was pushed to the front of the trench, ahead lie a field flowered with death with a few men staggering away from the opponents charges. Men lined behind the young private convincing each other everything would be alright; some began to cry- some clutched the chains round their neck or wedding rings. Anything to remind them there is a normal besides this, that they’d be home soon,,,, right?

Shauns brother Colin pushed through the sea of men, stumbling over feet and uneven ground to a familiar face. Collin was here longer due to his age but ones not ever used to the brutalities of war, he knew what would happen to his own blood he’d seen it too many times before to believe in a false reality he might come back. He grabbed hold of his younger brothers arm as the lazy lieutenant ordered the charge. Colin shouted above the thundering men, one last shred of faith left,” Be careful out there.” The cloud of green smoked past him as he watched the men not make it 5 feet out of the trench, when would the blood shed end?

I came here to escape a past id rather forget, I waded through the sea of people, their movements trapped me into a strong tide, pulling and shoving. I couldn’t escape so I let myself be pulled along. Daylight broke through from above, blinding me, I continued to drift with the current blindly up a slope to the surface. I finally broke free, a stone maze towered above me, loud horns stirred me out of my daze and vertigo, stumbling I looked to the flashes of bleached yellow broke the grey slate of scenery enveloping me. I took a step forward, giving myself to the current again, allowing myself to be free in this concrete jungle.