AutoPilotI want to hold your hand.Touch you but you flare upuntil it burns.I want to surround you.Bring you into this life.But I can't catch upif you keep running.You say that I'm not “With You”.That I don't understandor complete you.My heart in shambles;across the floor. Thrown.You are what you put into this world.Careless, ever so.You react, long afterthe initial blow.Fingers; desperate and tight.Trying to keep me together.But my insides mixed with your truthcontinue to pour out.A leak in the dam.My knees lock; I rock into you.Everything always falls apartbecause you let it.Or maybe I'm not askingthe right questions.And yet, all we neededwas the missing link.The words you left out.The ones most important.What I really needed to hearbut never would.You needed me butDidn't.Couldn't.Would neverLove me.But it doesn't hurtbecause somehow,I already knew.
Somehow I knewThey called me Reality Impaired, said I was silly, didn't know what I was talking about . . . yeah, right. Now they're all dead or worse, mindless automaton zombies bent on destruction. Talk about waking nightmares! A week ago -- has it only been a week? I woke all scared and shaking, sweat soaked and filled with dread. Couldn't remember what I dreamed but was certain it foretold doom. Maybe it was the news before falling asleep, about a new epidemic sweeping the nation, mass killings in several cities and wars being waged across the globe; maybe it was the silence, no night sounds common to the area; or maybe it was my over-active imagination playing tricks with me. Whatever the case, I fear
Somehow I KnewSomehow I knew you were supposed to be in my life;You remember the day we met?The day we introduced ourselves with the help of a mutual friend?I knew it then,And it wasn't just because of who he was,But because I felt that we had clicked,And I don't think I've had the confident feeling before,But I did with you,And I'm glad I did;Because now looking back,I don't think I'd rather have it any other way.
Home I never really realized how grateful I was to have a home until I lost the only one I’d ever known. One moment was all it had taken for me to lose everything, a simple opening of a door. How many months has it been since the Society took me away from my home? Kenzie Monroe pondered as she looked up from her book to stare outside the window at the slowly falling snow. Since I became immortal and got stuck here in this tiny town with a man that I’m pretty sure practically hates me? I think about a year and a half, she calculated slowly, returning to her book. Time is running out….how much longer before the Society gets tired of waiting and just decides to off my family? She couldn’t come up with an answer for that question so she read for a while in silence, eventually getting lost in the story. She didn’t even notice that Ellio
Family mends where friends endI have always wanted a friend whose mind works the way mine does. It does not have anything to do with comparison; I do not mean to say that I am an intellectual Everest surrounded by molehills, that nobody “measures up to me”. It is just that the way different radio stations are on different frequencies, I wanted someone on my frequency.My frequency matched others’ in the manner of a Venn diagram (in which each component is represented by a circle, and the places where the circles overlap stand for the qualities shared by the overlapping elements). I “fit in” with many different people, but nobody fitted me.In school, I used to keep raising my hand until the teacher told me to let somebody else answer. I still remember the time in eighth grade when the teacher asked what whales were hunted for, and I answered “blubber”. A classmate blasted me with a wide-eyed look of incredulity that I have not forgotten to this day. I was the only one in th
Last ChristmasTommy shoved Arnold off the table as his old mum brought a badly cooked turkey onto the table. “There,” she said in satisfaction, “see? Didn’t burn it this year.”“Didn’t cook it, either,” Liz commented, pushing Arnold away as he tried vainly to get back onto the table.“What d’you mean?” her mother demanded.“It’s not dead,” Fred told her in exasperation.“Not dead? Course it’s dead!”He picked up a fork and stabbed it. It squawked loudly and attempted to fly away with its wings tied together.“It’s just... fresh, that’s all,” she said quickly. “It’ll be dead soon in any case. Who wants a wing?”“I’m not hungry,” Fred said hurriedly, pushing Arnold away again as the dog yapped irritably.“What? You vegetarian or something?” his dad said suspiciously.“I am now,” he replied uneasily, grimacing at the cr
DissonanceAnother one of those things that he wished he would not bother doing, not that he didn’t want to go, for what it was worth he had missed his family more than anything else in the world but, he didn’t want to dig up old wounds now that the dust of their past has settled. But Tres has been looking forward to going, so he decided to go, his wife would not be able to make it since she would be working that would be more easier for Keigo to deal with, the atmosphere would surely be tensed enough with her coming too. “Should I pack my playstation, dad?” Tres asked his father Keigo had told him not to bring too much stuff, that they are not going to stay long, he has school and he also has work too, he didn’t add that his wife might decide to show up if they didn’t come home earlier.“I think your uncle has a whole gamut of games for you and it’s going to be just a couple of nights, so just pack your stuff, and don’t for
SoulmateThe sunrises he is always there,with a cheerful smilebrightening my dreadful days.Supporting mewhen I didn't want anyone to carry me.Being therewhen I felt no one was.Whispering sweet words,that calmed my soul and heart.Even through the downsyou had my back.Keeping yourself together,when I fell apart.You picked up the piecesof my shattered personality.Shaping meto what I am today.Seeing the changesand the paths we have taken.In the time we have hadand what we have accomplished.I feel proudto have you by myside.The nights we stayed homeplaying cardsinstead of going out,we had so much fun.Then the nights we felt Euphoric,under the ray of flashing lights.We were on top of the worldgoing to the gamesand parties.Making each bad dayor hard day at work,worth it.That smilekeeps me going.Motivating meto be that carefree.To not hang on my emotions,sticking to the lightand not the dark.For you are my sun,and I am your moon.Completing each otheror just
Trick or treatSpices fill the air,fall is here.With the pumpkins,and many apples.They fill the need;they needfor fall.Halloween creeps,around the corner.People prepare;for the trick or treatersand the spook filled night.The night,filled with mystery.Even more sowith fright.Where the moon;shines extra brightly.It rules the night,the bliss continues;even the adults dress uplike the kids.Being someone else,while getting drunkwith everybody.Sweet drinks,and sweet snacks.Zombies andwitches.They come alive;the herosand villans.Crowd the streets,searching for adventuresand sweets.But the night ends,they go homewith their treasures.Then they wait;for next yearto be another characterand gain their yearly treasures.
Killing JasperPeople often say that the things you do every day is like a habit, it becomes so easy like a habit that they say they can do them with their eyes closed.But there is nothing as easy that I could do with my eyes closed. Everything is a chore, that ever since I was born this is what I was destined to do, and every day, my so-called brother reminds of my origin. When Connor was younger, he had always been a quiet child, always wanting to blend into the background, so people will not notice him, that is how his father had trained him to do, to blend in the background since they are only just the hired help. Even when he was adopted into the family, and his new parents had told him to try to adapt to his new life as a new member of their family, Connor still remained quiet. He didn’t tell them that even if his new parents had completely accepted him, his new older brother, Jasper, has not. He would often beat him up, but, al
Superstition Meets Farmer JoeBlack cat crossed my path…Lucky me –Barn’s been filled with mice.
Flip that shoe before I flip my shoe at youAn upturned shoe invites a medley of reactions."Turn it over!""Be quick about it!""The shoe!"Or just plain calling you over and pointing towards the offending object.That's because in desi-land--that's Pakistan and India to you folks--an upside down shoe is supposed to be disrespectful to God. I don't know how this superstition originated--but each and every Pakistani elder has this thinking firmly inscribed in stone in their minds: flip the shoe before I flip my shoe at you.I usually comply when elders tell me to turn upside down shoes. Not because I think it makes much difference to God, but because I think it shows respect to my elders.Will I tell my children to put their shoes upright, that is the question. The truth is, upside down shoes look untidy. While I might not have the same ingrained response to an overturned shoe as my elders, I will probably still ask others to turn them over. And turn them over myself. I suppose it's plain old cultural programming.While two shoe
RT Shorts: The Mysterious Case of the Cat in the..Jimmy bolted upright in complete darkness.The bed was empty. This was nothing new. His unfortunate habit of complaining to Seth “Blabbermouth” Crey about the little irritations of his life meant that the newly crowned king made it impossible for his butler to keep a long term relationship with anyone, even his mother.However, he’d felt a rustle in the covers beside him. Probably wishful thinking, he thought sourly, settling back into the covers with a sigh.A moment of silence occurred.“Mew.”“AAAHH!!”Something fluffy had squirmed up his shirt and he nearly bolted from the bed and set his shirt on fire trying to light a candle. Two green eyes peered at him from within his collar and mewed again.He grabbed the cat by the scruff of its neck and yanked it out roughly. It gazed at him mournfully and pawed at his face feebly in an attempt to inspire release.He swallowed carefully. A supernatural intuition he’d inherited from his m
The black catThe black cat,when it crosses your path;expect bad luck.For the cat,it walks it usual route.Next to the bakery,it watches the mixer brake.Snickering,it leaves for the intersection.Walking in the crosswalk;it passes by a car.The light changes,it hits another car.Snickering again;the black cat leaves.At the supermarket;it always gets milk.Wishing for no bad luck,the cat doesn't move.But,it always happens.Someone usually drops them,or their cart hits their car.Something happens,when the black cat is around.Sadness.Fills the cat,when he scurries back home.To the park;under the tree.The black cat sleeps,under the silver moon.Hoping.One day,it will have a home.Where people will believe;it's not the black cats fault.
