Playground-Wind. Creak. Swish. Creak. Swish.More Like This
The wind howls.
Warm breath; a sweet caress.
Leaves will mingle, falling from their branches.
Lingering by the great tree’s roots.
Dancing away with the wind.
It’s not raining, but it just might.
At any second, any time.
Just like that— lightning strikes.
Wake Me UpIt all feels like a convoluted dream -More Like This
Thoughts scattered, melded, lost in the darkness.
I am left only to watch as time goes by, not really seeing, not quite remembering.
Is it days? Is it hours?
I can hardly tell any more.
Night turns to day, day is from dreary dawn to a dull dusk
And here the night will come again.
I am trapped within these walls, my sentence yet to be served.
This place is a prison of a reality trying to drag me down,
Of people who try to break me of my spirit.
I have held on for the sake of my dreams,
For surely this cannot last forever.
But each day is the same, each place just as trapping.
How can I hold on? Will I ever see freedom’s light?
I’ll lie here and wait, with eyelids closed and a steady breath.
I’ll count on you to wake me up, to save me from this nightmare.
Wake me up when this is over, when this is done with and I am free.
I’m lost in dreams, in nightmares and things that won’t last forever.
They can’t last forever
 Nikki's HelpMore Like This
Nikki gave a tired sigh as she pulled herself up and closed the white upright freezer door shut soundly. Brushed a bit of her dark hair out of her face as she grabbed the large cardboard box, now empty, from the cold ground and carried it out of the storage room. Days working at the bed and breakfast and its café were never less than tiring, but today had been a very extensive, hands on day. Aside from her usual job of keeping things running smooth around the place, an order of fifty pounds of chicken breasts had come in for the kitchen, and this being a Friday afternoon, Nikki was the only one around who knew the kitchen well enough to work with everything.
Despite her distaste for handling such a large quantity of raw meat, Nikki spent her whole afternoon cutting and packaging the chicken to be stored in the freezers for dinners that would need to be prepared. She only stopped from her work to cook dinner for the one small family that had been stayi
 How Did You Meet Her?More Like This
August flipped his wallet over and over between his fingers as Alistair’s incessant pacing continued. It was still somewhat unsettling for him to be so near the dark haired man that was a wanted criminal – a trained assassin of sorts. What was even more unsettling to August was that this man was supposedly his brother. It didn’t seem possible, but it couldn’t just be an eerie coincidence that the two men just happened to look exactly alike aside from their hair color. He would have liked to have a DNA rest run, but that wasn’t exactly an option given their current standing with any government. Alistair couldn’t exactly walk into a government building or hospital and just ask to have his blood drawn. His face was in nearly every newspaper across the whole city, and there were probably some mention of him across the nation.
August was only vaguely aware that Alistair’s movement had ceased, as he had stopped turning his
Just A Little Lost Wednesday morning…that was her day – a day that she was by herself. She could do what she pleased with no interruptions, irritations, or lengthy distractions. It was a time that she could peaceably wander around the house and think without having to pause whenever someone saw her and asked why she looked so troubled. “It’s nothing,” she would answer, giving her best ‘I’m okay’ look as she would find somewhere secluded to be. But not on Wednesday. Today, she was on her own, though it might have been better were someone with her.More Like This
Her life had been one twisted turn after other, each month bringing some worse news or more difficult challenge that seemed impossible for her to overcome. Most of the time she didn’t. She barely held on to survival as burden after burden seemed to fall on her shoulders. Most of her problems spawned from the fact that she over thought things far too often. She would delve into eve
What If?What if he stopped to smile, instead of merely walking by?More Like This
What if he looked to me and said hello?
What if he wanted to talk, instead of being so quiet?
What if he noticed when I wasn’t there, but was glad when he did see me?
What if he thought about me as much as I thought of him?
What if he wondered what I was doing?
What if he saw me cry?
What if he actually knew my heart?
What if…what if he cared when I was hurt?
Would it make a difference?
What if he came close and wrapped his arms around me,
And whispered “you’re not alone this time”?
What if I believed him?
What if I loved him?
What if he loved me?
What if someday, somehow, this all came true?
Would You Notice?Would you notice if I just disappeared?More Like This
Would you notice if I just stopped talking?
Would you notice if I didn’t care?
What would it take for you to see the pain I feel?
You say you know me, but why do I still feel like a stranger?
You get mad when I’m not around, but you treat me like I’m invisible.
You don’t see just how many tears I shed,
And you don’t even understand the ones you see.
I know I’m different from the rest of you and I like it that way.
I am who I am.
But why do you have to treat me like I’m not even related?
Why am I suddenly an outcast because I’m not like you?
And really I wonder how long it would take for you to notice I was gone.
Who would really miss me?
You’re busy, you see me, maybe you don’t.
I could go days without saying a word and you’d probably never notice.
I’m the last one on the list, the last one you’ll get around to.
Unless of course I’m doing something wrong, then you
Just Can't Say It [Commission] It was one of those exceptionally hot days that everyone seemed rather lazy despite the endless work that had yet to be done. Each sailor did his duty at a rather sluggish pace, going only as fast as they absolutely needed before they could be called out for their laziness. Even their captain, Valentine McCormick, wandered about the ship lazily. Whatever fortune his ship might have been granted from the weather in the past, the Rising Sun was far from being spared from this blistering heat. It was really all Val could do to not just pull off his shirt here and now. He still wondered why he hadn’t. His golden brown hair stuck to his skin just enough to irritate him, his dark eyes squinting in the bright light from the sun above. This was an unusually hot day…for once what he would give for a bit of rain.More Like This
As Val walked about his ship, semi-overseeing his crew, he caught sight if Kira not too far away, seeking shelter in what bit of shade th
My ConfessionMy confession, my fear – the dream I think I’ll never have.More Like This
I hear the words that people say, the praise mixed with the rest.
They say I’m talented, that I’m unique,
They say I have a future bright.
I know I’m not helpless, I know I’m not weak.
But my doubts and fears overwhelm me,
And I am left lost and alone.
I am afraid to be alone –
To never know love or what it is to be loved.
I don’t know what I have to have the right ones notice.
The wrong see my looks, my body and my makeup.
They see the light and confidence I have.
They see that I’m not the angelic child that perhaps standards dictate I should be.
But I’m not like them.
I will follow the rules and do what is right.
I’m afraid to never be noticed by one that catches my eye –
By a fellow who is kind and good and loving.
Will he never see me? Will he never notice?
I long for him to notice, but I know I can’t make him.
Will it always be this way?
Untitled #2If I'm busy, I'm fine.More Like This
If there's something to do my thoughts are captured.
I can only focus on the work to be done, and my dreams are locked away.
But in the moments that I am alone,
When my thoughts are free to roam wherever they might...
My thoughts turn to you.
I don't know where you are, I don't know what you're doing.
I don't know you yet.
I don't even know if you've ever given me a passing thought.
I want to be happy, but I can't stop missing you.
I know you're out there somewhere,
But right now it feels like I'll never find you.
And if, just if I ever did, you'd never even see me.
I want to be happy. I want to be with you.
I don't want to lose what I don't even have.