Bill comes over to babysit me

Even though I am thirteen

I like it when he plays games with me

And tells me I'm "his little queen"

My parents came home early yesterday

They saw Bill inside my room

I told them it's okay

Because he's leaving pretty soon

They said they didn't know him

The babysitter has been ill

Said "You are old enough to be alone.

Who fucking the hell is Bill!?"

I sometimes hear voices at nighttime

My mommy says it's all in my head

So I hum and I close my eyes tightly

Till I am sleeping soundly in bed

Last night it said something scary

So I closed my eyes tight once again

I tried not to peek but it grabbed me

Screamed for her until I was dead

An evil spirt was locked up and buried away

Under heaps of rocks, soil and clay

Waiting, waiting for his next easy pray

An innocent caretaker then decided to say

The words on a tombstone so it could awake

An evil that lay dormant until that very day

The day hereby known as his grave mistake

I fell in love last Tuesday

But with my lips I couldn't say

So I told you with my fingers and hoped you heard my voice within

I traced it very lightly

On your neck then down your body

I heard you say it back with the bumps upon your skin

how sad, how lovely

it has to feel

to be a lily

grown from love and toil

pulled from the soil for her beauty

how sad, how lovely

it has to feel

to love

to laugh

to sing

and be heard

but still get pulled from this world too soon

Sand is falling

The future's calling

Time is moving day by day

I am chasing

Mostly racing 

So I won't be dragged away

I see others

Sisters, brother

All of them are racing too

But some are walking

Some are mocking

Yet so far by me they have flew

I think are winning

Some even grinning

How did they get there at all

But one by one

They are done

In front of me they start to fall

They are sleeping 

Or just lying, weeping

On the ground through them I run

I realize

Can see it rise

And finally then I see the sun

Up from the ground

I look around

I can see I'm not alone

I see the line

And fall behind

Right past me they all have flown

But I smile

For a while 

And others eyes I meet

Because thats it

I have passed it

Now I have somewhere to rest my feet

There is a bird in a cage

That has no lock or key

She wishes she could fly away

But has noone to set her free

Most of the time she sits alone

All she can do is ponder

About how different life would be

If someone, somewhere, found her

But alas she has little hope

Of escaping this lonesome prison

Because one day very long ago

She was taught a valuable lesson

They came in at the dead of night

When she was her lowest

She prayed for them to set everything right

But just remained unnoticed

Then she heard a faint whisper

Come from their pale lips

"I have been where you are now

I promise you will live

But I am not who you think I am

Nobody holds the key

Your door is open there is no lock

Only you can set yourself free

If you only learnt to fly you could leave

You wouldn't ever have to stay

But I was you and you are me

I know the demons are hard to slay

So stop waiting and learn to fly

Before it is to late"

But the bird could not understand

So she just accepted her fate

It is something that is sad

When we forget how to fly

That we can soar above clouds

If only we would try

I never knew I had it in me. Moving in Grade 8 meant new town, new school, new teachers and new classes. But no motivation. I hated my trumpet and band

Till Grade 8. My band teacher showed me that I am special. That even though I made mistakes, I was still learning. It was the passion behind his words and caring in his eyes that got to me. I could tell he loved music, teaching and actually believed in me. Even when I did not. If its any consolation, I believe in you in the same way.

The relationship I have with the universe is strained

Always pushing and pulling

Finding who I am and my purpose

Then it vanishes before my eyes

But I am learning to trust it

As when I stop, wait and breathe

I seem to find myself right where I am supposed to be

It seems we have a good relationship

Serendipity and Me

Pain shot through my body as I woke up on the cold concrete floor. I collected myself as I tried to sit up. As soon as I felt the gun in my right hand and doll in my left I was immidiately nervous and confused. It was Melissa's doll. My daughter. Why did I have it? I felt the walls for a lightswitch. When I found it I realized I was in the basement in my own house and must have fallen down the flight of stairs. Looking down at myself I saw lots of blood and a tiny handprint on my white shirt. What happened?

I ran up the stairs and started checking rooms. As I approached my daughters I knew deep down what I was about to find. When I opened the door my suspicions were confirmed. There she was, my little 4 year old angel, laying on the ground with a bullet hole to the chest. I became overwhelmed with so many emotions.

Then a sobbing sound came from behind me and I turned to see my wife. She looked like she had been in a fight.

"How could you!" She screamed "She was our daughter, I thought you loved her, I thought you loved me! I saw what you did to her and I can't look at you anymore. You're a monster!"

I didn't know what I had done. But had a feeling of what it was. I assumed it was my wife who pushed me down those stairs.

"I'm so sorry" I muttered as a loud bang filled the room and the final sound I heard was the breaking of a porcelain doll against the cold hard floor.