Not everyone is wearing black.
I thought black represented death, mourning, respect towards the person you lost.
Old ladies have crumpled tissues in hand
Smiling as tears build in their eyes.
All hushed voices, like making a loud noise will wake up the deceased.
Kids are quite, but they don’t know why.
They play with the dolls their parents brought to distract them from the somber event.
Somber...
I think something’s wrong with me.
I don’t cry often.
When was the last time I _did _cry?
I can’t remember…
What I do remember is
The purging of tears from my body felt good.
The release of stress, anxiety
Letting the wall down felt so good,
After holding them up for so long
Trying to repair the crack in my own.
I let it break.
Let the surge of salty tears come rushing out
until there is nothing...
I hear nothing besides the creak of wood
And the settling of the water.
A ripple gently rocks my life
As angry storm clouds start to roll in.
I prepare the best I can.
Securing the ropes, and loose supplies to the deck.
The rain starts to pound the boat
making the deck slippery
I try to keep my balance as heavy waves splash the sides,
Threatening to send me overboard.
I hold tight to the mast a...
The stars were what she liked most about the sky.
Then, they started to fall.
Blinking out of existence in the blackness
and coming to rest on earth
Before sinking into its core.
She tried to catch one,
Feeling its heat against her finger tips before slipping past.
She watched them fall, land then sink.
One after another after another.
The ground became hot.
The air became colder.
And the core o...
I’ve created a monster!
Horrid and grotesque,
It is bit what I hoped for
Or what I set out to create.
We’re all doomed!
I had a vision
Of something wonderful that couod help
Change the world
Create a better world for all.
I was so wrong.
It was innocent to begin with
And innocent idea that now lays waste
To everything it sees.
I’m sorry.
I’m so, so sorry everyone....
All is quite quiet out in the marsh.
You hear the reeds brush against each other
The quite chirp of insects
And the slow movement of crocs in the water.
Above it all, you hear is your heartbeat.
In your ears
Throughout your body the thrumming
Bump-bump of your heart
as you guide the boat along the waters surface.
The slightest brush of the paddle
Disturbing the tranquil silence ever so often.
Yo...
All in a golden afternoon,
Under the skies of cloudless blue.
I look up to see clouds like balloons
And baboons.
Oh what a silly thing life is
All meetings and living to work.
Why,
I want to work so I can live
Or just not work at all!
What a sad thing life could be
If I wasn’t a child forever.
I will be, you see
Because I willed myself to just stop!
Stop growing up.
The clouds stay moving but I...
They sit there, hands clench around each others
As if they are the others lifeboat, keeping them from drowning in their feelings.
Straighten the spine
Deep breath
Shoulder back
Walk.
They notice me out of the corner of their eyes
Before I say anything.
The rush me, asking questions
Wanting to make me their lifeboat.
I can’t be their lifeboat, though.
It’s not good, I’m sorry.
They crumple ba...
