Crying in the Night
Aren't you watching?
Curled up in bed so tight,
scared of mom and dad.
A roof over her head,
clothes on her back
2 meals a day,
that's all she needs
right?
But no one loves her
no one holds her
No one sees her eyes
crying in the night.
Don't you see?
The cuts on her arm
a testimony of her pain,
she increases the number
no one will care if she's dead.
No one was there for her
no one to witness her
crying in the night.
Why don't you act?
Lying out on the ground
nowhere else to sleep.
A child and beggar,
like everyone else here.
People with no one to provide
No one to embrace them
just crying in the night,
Why don't you act?
No one needs to see it
No one would even care
No one would listen
Even if he dared
No one wanted to see
his crying in the night
Will anyone see?
living in poverty
not their fault
parents trying
children wanting to live
no one to help
only crying in the night
Why don't you care?
Staring at the grave,
he was too late.
No one to comfort him,
No one to take his hand.
No one to dry his eyes
crying in the night.
Circles
What is she doing?
Everyday like the last,
with little variation in between.
Nothing of importance
Constant routine
She's going insane
Bored out of her mind
Nothing but circles
over and over
round and round
day after day
night after night
No change
She could be making a difference
She could be doing good
but she's not
WHAT IS SHE DOING!?
She should be out
but instead, she's in
not doing anything
not helping those near her
Not making a difference
She won't even remember these days well,
she has done nothing significant.
All
she
does
is
go
in
circles
Lessons From the Band
While there are many things you can learn from a band,
I will just tell you some.
While playing by yourself is good,
playing with others is more fun.
The guitar is the one who paves the way
he's the first to play.
He leads the others in song
but still lets them be heard.
The piano is a team player
ready to fill in without fail.
The drums holds them all together
although he's not their leader.
The bass plays in the background
but makes the song feel whole.
He's not really heard
but when he's not there,
it's noticeable.
They all work together,
to make beautiful music.
Time Stop
It started when I was 12 years old. I was walking to a restaurant with my parents when it happened. My mother had been speaking.
"After dinner, we could go and see that new part of the mall that was just installed. How..." She stopped. She completely stopped, as did my father. And every single person and thing around me. But I could still move, although I didn't understand how. I look around and see something. A little boy, about 3 years old was in the way of an oncoming car. I walked over to the boy and touched him. He didn't move. I picked him up and carried him to the sidewalk near my parents. Then I set him down.
"About that?" My mother finished. Everything was back to normal. I have a concussion because of a soccer game. But I didn't think I was hit THAT hard.
"Something wrong?" My dad asked.
"No my head just hurt for a second that's all."
"Perhaps we shouldn't go to the mall."
"I'm okay. I think some water would help."
"Okay."
From that moment on it kept happening. I eventually figured out why. It only happened when someone around me was needed to be saved. After a few years, I got better and better at it. I began to see how fast I could find the danger. I often wondered how I did it, but I never found out the answer. I was able to help people, and they never knew. I was able to prevent disasters just before they happened. I was content with that. The longest it took me to figure out who was in danger was 3 days. It was a construction worker who was working underground, he was about to be hit in the head with a pole, which would certainly kill him. It was 3 days, up until now.
It's been 2 YEARS. Time has been stopped for 10 years. I don't even grow any older. By this time I was 26 and had moved out of my parent's house ages ago. I suppose I should say I'm 28, but as I said, I don't age when I'm stuck in time. I don't need to eat, sleep, I don't even think I breathe. I have searched and searched for who it might be. I scoured the sewers, all the warehouses, restricted areas, I even checked the graveyard. Nothing. I sit down at the spot that I was at when time froze. Everywhere was checked, every single person here, every single animal here. Everyone. Not everyone. I came to the realization of who it was. The person in danger, whose life was threatened, was me.
Sarah Hallow
I felt, strange. It was cold, I could feel it in my bones, but not on my skin. I looked at myself and found that I had no skin at all. But not just no skin, no organs, no blood, no muscles, no brain. Yet here I was. How? One moment I was with someone, my best friend. Who was it? B-Bethany was her name. What were we doing? Why can't I remember? My memories were slipping away.
I felt around and had very little sensation in my hands. I was trapped, that much I could tell. Was I dead? Was I buried alive? Why were my bones still here? Why could I think? Well if I was going to think, might as well think my way out of here. Bones were strong that must I knew. I started to scratch at the casket that I was stuck in. At least I assumed it was a casket. I seemed to make some progress. I remember being buried in the sand once on a beach, but I couldn't tell who buried me. Was it the same people who had trapped me here? I kept going until I had made a hole big enough, then I went higher. There was a mountain of dirt there, but I pushed through that too. I dug and dug and dug until I felt even colder air. It's Halloween night. I thought It's time for some haunting. Why did I think that? I have never wanted to haunt anyone. But still... that voice inside me was telling me that I did.
"Go away," I told the voice. But when I spoke I was surprised. My once beautiful voice now sounded like nails on a chalkboard. How did I know I had a beautiful voice? Forget your old life, and embrace the new. STOP TALKING! I thought, although there was no one around. Please just let me explore. Yes, yes, go into the world and see all that you can see. Thank you, now leave me alone. As we spoke, I had dug, and now I was out. The sun was just setting over the trees. I put a hand to my head and realized it was out of place. I turned it with my hands to correct it. From behind me, I heard a scream. I turned to the source of the commotion. A young girl, perhaps a little younger than me was standing there with a pumpkin bucket. She had on a dark cape and fangs. I wasn't entirely sure she was human.
"Why do you scream?" I asked. The girl just screamed again and ran. "Wait!" I called. "Come back. What are you? Where am I? Who am I?" But the girl was long gone. I looked down and noticed, for the first time, a gravestone. I examined it. The grey stone had words carved in it; RIP Sarah Hallow 1957-1983 Died of a seizure. She was a good friend and loving daughter and was loved by many.
Sarah Hallow. That was who I was, but now I was not. I was a skeleton, made for one purpose.
It's Halloween night, it's time for some haunting.
On Author Trail
The first step is easy
Gather your supplies
Creativity for your food
Inspiration for your drink
Words for your maps
People for your shoes
Books for your clothes
Experience for your light.
Plot for your fire
Character for your knife
“Practice makes progress”
So practice your steps,
Read your maps,
Plan out your route
If it’s not where you want
Try another track
Although you might get lost
You will find your way back
Know your trail
Find the right track
Some days you might get lost
Some days you may be stuck
But don’t give up
You will find the trail again
Look over your maps
Make revisions
Look at your old notes
Find the difference
Learn from your mistakes
And keep going on
Along your path
You are bound to meet
Those who are like you
Let them help
Help to find your mistakes
To tell you of new paths
Together you can find the steps
To find the right way to take
They can teach you
And you can teach them
As you near the end
There are people you need to meet
People to make your maps complete
To let you lead
But not blindly follow
Somone to make it final
Someone to say that it’s true
Someone to tell the whole world
What it is you can do