Chrimera

It’s the witching hour of night

As my worthless corps slowly decays

Helplessly it settles.

The darkling which I thought was so cleverly hidden away

Emerges as my one true nemesis

Effortlessly I am immersed in its pain

Subjected to its torment
Twilight... Mass confusion
Trapped in a daze

As an unrelenting idea

Picks at my brain

It all starts with confusion

Eluding the victims mind

A vicious war within

Violently ripping away at the core of sanity

Forced into defeat with no retaliation

No need for apologies

This is what it does; who it is.

A suffering, words dare not do justice

Struggling from within
Visions I cannot curb
"Give In" an eager voice chants

This is its domain a close listen proves its existence

The carnage of its presence
Hidden yet observes; the fight raging on

The scares of an incessant battle

And the truth behind it all

In a paradox I cannot fathom

Yet I prefer this place - don't I?

The hunt, the screams of mercy

No longer fettered by this form
Trapped in a bubble beyond reach
Reality is simply but a prison

Darkness that damned lonely fool

Once again has left his stain.

Hidden

 

The girl who loved the sky was missing.

Some said she made her way through the byways and sideways

To eventually find her way.

Others say she never left at all

Never moved an inch since the last time she was seen

Stunned by the happenings, idly lingering, but remained unseen.

She had not been to her usual place for sometime

Had not renewed her collection of unusual style

Yet I waited. Patiently I waited for the girl.

Praying and hoping she would one day return

Return to me and all I knew her to be

To continue on a dialogue as a short shrift

Or to fill a void as if she had never been missed.

I could say I knew her even though she was still a mystery

With eyes of profound secrets,

Secrets that should never be shared;

Pleading for life outside the ordinary, life outside the misery;

If it was ever so simple,

Simply to live simply to be free;

Captivity in this life would be no more

No more pain… just distant fading memories.

Minutes went by, hours followed,

Days passed, allowing weeks to pursue

‘Till finally she made an appearance as if she had never left.

With a smile now hitched to her face

Her blue dress succeeded in complimenting her slender frame

I wanted to ask her where she had been

Or avoid the obvious awkwardness by stirring one of our many witty banters.

Yes, as mentioned before I could say I knew her

But if I did, why did I abuse her

Why did I allow her to leave?

Why did I accept her friendship then later deceive?

Pointless questions to ask because I knew

Ashamed to admit it to myself for an action so unforgiving

That I was the reason the girl who loved the sky was missing.

Nicola pt.2

My nights are long, my days are unending

Yet something forces me to stay

My moods are random, my actions are unstable

Yet this dream forces me to play

A silent echo resounds in my brain

Am here once more, defeated yet again

Caught in a web of lust

Fueled by my desire.

Am tangled in passion an my needs are dire

Compelled by much more than what once was

I regret my decision;

One night – one woman – one touch was the cause

Chivalry however, I can finally say “to me, you are dead”

Once welcomed by arms

But now discount instead

I could have – no – should have walked away

Crossed you off my list

So I may greet you as a “friend” for another day

But with the shape of a goddess,

Subtle signs of suggestion

Paralyzed my emotion.

I would have been a fool to say no

Even the angels approved if I may say so

A perfect template exemplifying the invention of sex

Your body was my muse

Yet in-turn my hex

But if uttering words could soothe a saddened beast

"I love you" "I need you" "I miss you" would be its feast

As this quicksand of emotions hastens with my every struggle

To deny you once more 

To desire you once more

Constant thoughts of trouble.

Here she lays, as the baby in a manger,

Comfortably in my arms safe from danger

Fingers trickle down my chest

As her heartbeat slows so does the heaves of her breast

My eyes close as I meditate on the silhouettes of us two

As the girl in my arms, sadly is not you.

10

Dear Judy:

Here is a letter I right write for u

Sorry bout my spelling an gramma two

I was think to start with red rose and vilets of blue

But I could not member the words after line 2.

Sitin in class today I think of u only

Since ur no teeth friend say dat you like me

She could hav been playin but you were on my mynd

So at the end of my letter 2 box u will fynd

Tick “No’ if u want me leave u a lone

Or “yes’ if u want 2 be my hunniecomb.

Just like my gubsy I keeping u close

Separate from the others cause I like u tha most

I will fell feel for you always to make sure you near

Squeez’n my pocket to make sure u dere

I will neva never use u with other marbles or make u hurt

U will never get damn-age or play’d in da dirt

Mrs Knight now say to pay Attenion but I spend my money on candy

But I going to stop riting writing cause she might go tell my auntie.

So I keep watch’n you from my seat as you talking with Gwen

Waiting for the bell so this class would en.

Yes		No

 

                         

Shadows

Rain beats against his face as a boy frantically runs through an alleyway. He stumbles into dumpsters and drifting litter as his focus is shifted behind him; eager yet unready for the visual of who may be chasing after him. He's running out of breath but cannot risk stopping before he - no - before it is safe... he clenches his jacket, closer to his chest. Its dark and the only light are from the periodic burst of lighting stretching across the swampy skies or the flickering street lamps illuminating his trail. A well thought out plan this was not but still without an alternative he must run. With every step he grows weaker - with every breath they grow closer.

"Hay You! Stop!" a voice shouts from the window of a vehicle. The tires hiss, splashing water from the gutter as it peels into reverse and doubles back towards the running boy. For a split second the boy halts in shock at the surprise of his pursuers command only to scamper quickly between another pathway. He can hear the revving of the car’s engine as it swooshes pass the entrance to the path. In sight is a staircase low enough for a single jump to reach - he pauses, listening keenly past the raindrops hitting the peak of his cap, the loose items at the top of trash can in effort to recognize any other motions but his own.

Lightning strikes - the noise from the Thunder follows shortly after as he leaps, pulling the ladder to the staircase into reach. A loud, repetitive, metallic sound echoes but is somewhat masked by the roll of thunder. Quickly, the boy makes his way up the rungs; upon reaching the first staircase he retracts the ladder securing its latch to conceal his evasion. He presses against the first windowsill he finds and attempts to pry it open – not even a budge. Lightning strikes and with the roll of thunder following, he kicks the window, shattering the glass. The sound of breaking glass beneath his feet reminds him to be even more discrete as he makes his way into the apartment. Safety within unknown walls he thinks to himself. The room is vacant and only a single table with a chair sits in the middle of the could be dining room. The sound of his stomach rumbles as he staggers - weak from his journey - and falls slummy into the wooden chair gripping his jacket making certain it’s still there.

CRASH!

The sound of the apartment door as it breaks open echoes through the room. Feet rushing into the living room could be heard as the boy scrambles from the table to find cover behind a column. His heart beats uncontrollably from the thought of being caught as the light from the scope attached to their automatic weapons reflect around the room. Voices can be heard yet the words are not distinct enough to comprehend. The boy’s only escape would be to go the way he came in but its certain moving would give away his position yet he knows it would only be a matter of time before the intruders find him. The shuffling of feet within the apartment walls get closer as he ducks and slowly crouches towards the window. The broken glass from the window pierces his arms as he is forced to crawl on his stomach. One leg makes it out the window before his wrist is grabbed by someone on the staircase.

“He’s over here!” his captor shouts as the other characters make their way to the staircase.  The boy hysterically fights to break free from what is now a choke hold by his abductors. A noise from the back alley breaks the concentration of the man holding the boy as his attention is swayed for a moment. The boy uses this as his chance to break free- kicking the man between the legs and leaps from the staircase. Only to be knocked off balance by one of the individuals trying to grab hold of his legs. Tipped over and now head first, the boy knows his fate – free-falling - with seconds before impact he unravels a box from his sweater and holds it close to his chest as until his neck is suddenly snapped on impact with the pavement. A shiny object is tossed from the now shattered box and skids down the lane.     

“Get down there! He must have had it” the assaulted character commands the others who spring from the staircase unto the ground below. The boy’s body is flipped over as one of the men rummages his pockets until pieces of the box are noticed and the body tossed aside. In the distant a siren can be heard as the men increase the pace of their search.

“We found the box. Nothing is inside” one of the men shouted to their man on the staircase.

“Secure the box and its remains. The cops are on their way.” He responded.

“What about the body?”

“What about it? Let’s go!” the man on the staircase shouted down as he made his way into the apartment.

The other men made their way down the alley way opposite the direction of the sirens that were quickly approaching.


.......to be continued........... maybe....
 

Honestly

The phone rings

Though I hesitate I reluctantly answer

She’s crying

I could say am sorry but I choose not to lie to her

Her words are muffled as she speaks

She’s upset

Cause earlier over the Motorola I told her I could not be her lover

She thought we had punch drunk love

But this boy was sober

“What’s the meaning of this?” She exclaimed

Calling me a dog, a user and other alternative names.

I could be honest an say,

“I prefer to hear the silence within the nothingness

Before the plate hits the floor

Before your lungs take breath and lips form words once more”

But I’ve tried that

And realized that

It all makes no sense.

There is an absence of evidence

My efforts of talking and listening had any relevance

Seriously, what’s the point of living like zombies?

With a face of poker

Then every time I come around you give me the cold shoulder.

Yet I responded

Replied to the point

Calmly as I always do

“Baby, you won’t understand, it’s me not you”