But still foreign.
So many people.
So many voices.
But no one to listen.
So much life.
So much depth.
But ignored still.
There's just too many,
so many thoughts,
swirling in my head.
Too many ideas,
I know what to write,
but not where to start.
I have a request to make,
can we take a little break?
I know you want to speak,
But I am trying to sleep.
What is wrong now?
I have done all I can.
Please let me go,
don't trap me in fantasies.
Can we at least focus?
I need to know this.
Can I have some peace,
not chasing every little breeze.
I didn't mean to hurt you so bad!
I didn't want to hit my head.
I will try pills from the store,
so we won't hurt anymore.
Why do you make me fear,
Why do nightmares appear?
Please make them stop,
so I can fill my energy to the top.
We are one right?
Then why do we fight?
Tell me what's wrong,
as we go through our dance and song.
One Man’s Trash... (Topic 7)
She had come upon it when she was very young. She had been starving, her home in the trees had been destroyed. She knew not where anyone else was, but flew away in a great fright, crying and wailing, wishing it were but a dream. A gust of wind blew her away and her young wings couldn't fly against it. When she had come out of the wind she found it. There was food and homes galore, delighted she went down to eat. The food wasn't the freshest, but there were things she had never tried before. Then there was a little brown house that she found. She was able to drag it over along with a small red box for a bed, something black for the floor, a little stove, and all sorts of other things. She had all she needed here, all but other fairies. She learned to make new friends. There were all sorts of bugs to play with, and strange creatures, some big and others small. She was never bored, there seemed to be something new every few days. One day, she was exploring a new area that she had never been to before. She saw a sign and read, "JUNKYARD."
Musings of the Morning
Why do we say good morning?
What does that mean?
Sometimes mornings can be a disaster,
Someone could be having a horrid morning,
So why do we say good morning?
Do we mean we want someone to have a good morning?
Are we telling that we are having a good morning?
Or are we at the point of it being just polite?
Should we come up with something new to say?
Should we not say anything at all?
That's my musings for the morning.
Remember Me For Me
I have a task to ask,
remember me, for me,
For I am oft to forget.
I've been lost so many times,
thank goodness you found me!
Part 7-Truck Drive
They were all set to leave, and they only had a little while before they left. Henry went to go speak with June, alone. He looked at his wife.
"If you don't want me to go then just say the word, and I'll stay." He said, half-wishing she would.
"It will only be for a few days, I will be fine here without you. If the police ask, I will tell them you went to a meeting for a building contract, and are experiencing some difficulty there. You can call me, but don't waste your phone battery." Henry chuckled slightly.
"Okay, I'll go say goodbye to the kids." He gave her a kiss, then went to get his children. He picked up Emmie and held her close. She smiled a little bit up at her father. He waved his fingers in front of her tiny face. She giggled. Then he handed her back to June. Roman was harder.
"But, I will miss you, Daddy." He said in protest.
"I will miss you too, but I need you to do me a big favor while I'm away." The boy nodded, eager. "I need you to help your mother with whatever you can and behave. When I come back I want to hear you were good, alright?"
"Okay, Daddy." His son gave him a hug, and Henry picked him up and spun him around in a circle, Roman shouted with delight. But, eventually, Henry stood up and left in the truck.
Kaida was next to him, and Greyson was in the back. Henry could see what he was doing with the mirror. Kaida was asked questions, curious about new technology.
"What does this thing do?" Kaida pointed.
"That's a radio, it plays music. Here." He put on an 80's station. No one else in his family liked 80's but he enjoyed it. Kaida stared at it carefully, inspecting it.
"But how does it work? Where are the musicians?"
"I don't know where the musicians are. The music is a recording. The recording is sent out on radio waves, and is picked up at a certain frequency."
"Sorry I asked, I have no idea what you just said."
"Let's just say a lot of new developments have happened since you were last here. Speaking of which, tell me more about your homeland."
"Atonisnasia is, was, a place full of magic. It was divided up according to different species' needs. There were volcanos for the fire creatures, mountains for the dragons and giants, there were Plains, rivers, lakes, tundra's tropics, forests, and in the center was an island that had a castle and city. The castle, Magicstone, is where all the major political decions were made. It was able to house all sorts of magical creatures. The village surrounding it was very nice, as there were a lot of nobles and diplomats who came and went. There were all sorts of gardens, and, if you knew the right person you could take long boatrides around the island." Henry Glanced at her.
"Did you go there a lot?"
"Well, I lived there. You see, my species, dragon trainers, are very rare. We are a genetic anomaly. No one is quite sure why we are this way. But dragon trainers can understand dragons. This is incredibly important as only a few speices can. Any dragon trainers that are found are brought to Magicstone and trained. There were 2 other dragon trainers that were within a few years of me, plus 7 older ones."
"So they take you from your parents?" asked Henry agast. If anyone tried to take his kids from him, no matter how rare, there would be some dead bodies.
"Not exactly. The parents are invited to come live in the city, where they can often visit their child, but not all the time. Or at least that's what my friend told me."
"What do you mean?" Henry said, hoping it wasn't the answer he thought it was.
"Well, I'm a little different than the others. You see, my parents are also dragon trainers. But they weren't actually my parents. I, um, they took blood from 2 of their dragon trainers, and fused it together, and I was made in a lab." Kaida bit her lip.
"I'm sorry, what?" Greyson said.
Dreams, Memories, and Nightmares
Louise was sitting alone at night. She couldn't sleep thanks to the nightmares of the night. She knew those were memories, but some memories she wished she could forget. She dreamt or remembered, a horrid day when she was 7 years old. A criminal had been caught, and was to be hanged, in the middle of town. Usually, her parents always took her inside and didn't let her or her sister leave until it was over and the body was taken care of. But there had been no warning. She was walking home when a huge crowd blocked her way. She had tried to fight her way through it, but she was pushed to the front, where the doomed man stood on the platform. Before she could blink, the lever was pulled and the man fell. But he didn't die immediately. The rope didn't go all the way through, so he was hanging there with his head half-off. His eyes stared right into Louise's terror and pain coursing through them. Louise had woken up and hadn't been able to go back to sleep. What she really wanted was a hug, but all her friends were asleep, So she sat down, wishing that she only received the good memories, but that wasn't how the spell worked. So there she sat in the dark, with no one and nothing but the stars for comfort.
Spot on the Rug
Once upon a time, not so long ago, I was beautiful. But I have been tread on, too many times to count. But maybe that's okay because that's what I was made for. To serve others and not myself.
Walking in the house with the dogs all barking.
Little cousins jumping into your arms,
assured that you will catch them.
Familiar sights and smells,
family gathered round.
Children playing with imagination,
shouting with excitement when you come to play.
Adults and teens with their card games,
and some people just talk.
People in the kitchen,
or outside making meat.
Bellies so full you feel you could burst.
laughing hard at inside jokes,
that all your insides hurt.
Smiles, messes, and food abound.
And as people leave you hear,
Being shouted loud and clear.