Monthly Archives: January 2012

Wandering Snowy Streets (Picture it & write #11)


Hey all, I missed a week but I’m back on track with PICTURE IT & WRITE!

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Picture perfect
Black and white
Snow-capped landscape.
Crisp northern air
pushed by southward winds.
Grips my nose, numb my chin.
Dulls the shining blade
Of consciousness.
Of thought, of feeling,
Cold remains.
I would scurry home
Through the frost-laden trap,
To warmth and freedom
From icy captivity.
But city streets are covered in white,
The sky shall be my shelter tonight.

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Ticking


My watch is ticking.
Tick tick ticking.
The sick are dying.
A baby’s crying.
A mother is scrounging for used up needles.
My watch is ticking by my bedside.
My heart is beating sixty beats per second.
My blood is flowing.
The frontline’s growing.
The air is graying,
The ozone decaying,
Scientists are testing stem cells on cancer patients,
Husbands are losing patience.
Feet are tapping.
Divers are sealing
The ocean’s wounds with super glue.
Their watches are ticking.
A man is choosing red or blue.
A woman is choosing to end the life in her womb.
My watch is ticking.
And I can’t sleep.


Chapter Ten- Boot Camp


I was sore.

Despite my recently acquired wounds, my malnourished bodily state, the searing pain from the stitches in my shoulder, and my general discomfort with the situation at hand, Colonel Wilde had immediately passed me on to training.

Training was grueling. I had spent the entire afternoon at a station learning the function of assorted weapons and gadgets, and how to perfectly prime, construct, care for, and occasionally defuse each. But this was not even the worst of it. During the monotony of training on several occasions, I was subjected to spontaneous masquerades of emergency situations, along with my fellow trainees. The most recent drill was the most terrible for certain, I had somehow ended up underneath the feet of several other initiates. I was abandoned, left dazed and bruised, but I was not alone for long. As the training area filled with a stinging poison gas, a  hulking gas-masked “attacker” appeared without warning, ripped me up to my feet, and a struggle ensued. If it hadn’t been for the initiate that had scrambled directly into our conflict and bewildered the monster of a man assaulting me, I may not have slipped away.

My knowledge of the weapons seemed to please the drill sergeant enough to allow me to pass on to the next station: target practice. I was excited by the possibility of something I might enjoy, and had just reached the armoury when it happened. Nearby, an explosion rang out, nearly tearing me from my feet. The concussive force of the blast rattled me to the very core, sending vibrations echoing down my limbs.

This was no drill.

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Interruption of Afternoon Tea


HYEEAH!!

He exclaims,

The shadowed intruder.

My eyes drawn open,

I drop my cup of tea.

I think to myself,

I don’t even like herbal beverages,

As the point of my nose

Is introduced to his knee.


Profound and Unexpected Wisdom #1


Just ran into this whilst Facebooking, I felt it was really, really powerful. I love me some great thinking, here y’all go:

As we grow up, we learn that even the one person that wasn’t supposed to ever let us down, probably will. You’ll have your heart broken and you’ll break others’ hearts. You’ll fight with your best friend or maybe even fall in love with them, and you’ll cry because time is flying by. So take too many pictures, laugh too much, forgive freely, and love like you’ve never been hurt. Life comes with no guarantees, no time outs, no second chances. you just have to live life to the fullest, tell someone what they mean to you and tell someone off, speak out, dance in the pouring rain, hold someone’s hand, comfort a friend, fall asleep watching the sun come up, stay up late, be a flirt, and smile until your face hurts. Don’t be afraid to take chances or fall in love and most of all, live in the moment because every second you spend angry or upset is a second of happiness you can never get back.

-Sam Neel, Facebook status January 11, 2012


Closed Door


Anxiety

Running, running

Through my veins

In my blood

A chilling numb,

A numbing sensation

Limbs are aching,

Leg is shaking,

Foot is tapping

Fingers unsteady,

Unsteadily typing,

Erasing, rewriting,

Eyes dart about a stark white room,

The hard white light,

The cold tile floor,

An aching in my throat

Demands I yell,

Commands me to shout,

To scream for her,

To throw open the door and wrap

Myself around her.

The door is shut,

The handle unturning,

My blood is burning,

My skin on fire,

My heart is throbbing,

Desperately sprinting,

Straining,

Losing control,

Running to her,

Running up against a closed door.

The hours its been,

The minutes, the seconds,

My heart’s churning paints

A splattered, jagged graph.

Perhaps behind the door

Her’s has gone flat.


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