The End
A photograph of you and me
fades softly from memory
skipping here and there
farther does it go
dementia seem it may
numbs my aging brain
steals such a petty dream
of my ring engraved upon your finger
color captured you and me
for a pain filled infinity
our beginning was the end.
#poetry #heartbreak #lies #loss
Cartographer
You found me lost on the map. You found me here, misguided, misplaced. My compass permanently southbound. I begged you to rewrite me. And as you chalked the outlines of my heart in vibrant, burning light, my dark covered you, blanket-like. Ensnaring your hands and your mouth. Suffocating. Myself as the lack of oxygen to your blood-stream. So I drew a breath with my pen on your lungs. But I couldn’t save you from me.
Butterflies
Suddenly your mouth is not enough. And the moment that hits me, I become desperate. I yearn to eat you up. I yearn to destroy you. My left hand curls around your neck as my right reaches down your throat. My fingers close on beating, struggling mass. And as I pull your heart out past your teeth, my own grows all but insatiable. Yet still yours beats. Mouth watering, belly growling. My fingers, wet with blood, daintily drop the entirety into my gluttonous mouth. A rhythmic pulse crawling down my esophagus. And I know I’ve made a mistake as it scorches the fleshy pink of my throat. It hits my stomach with a dull throb. And as it lands it bursts into legion. A myriad of you crawling around the unsatisfied pit of me. And the nausea hits all at once. It is infinite. I can feel them growing inside of me. I can feel their wings. They tickle my stomach lining, whispering your name. I tear my hands across my rib cage. Scratching and clawing. Longing to pull you from me. But the wings still flutter. A light and foreign ripple grazing my veins. I jam my fingers down my throat, still raw from your slow descent inside of me. Vomiting, the only relief I can imagine. And the sickly creatures rush out in a bloody torrent. Small and wet. Sticky crimson and bile ceasing their poisonous flight.
On The Way To Freedom
I’m on the way to freedom.
Freedom offered it’s gifts of joy.
It offered the gift to choose my own destiny.
So I can impact the world in glamorous ways.
I’m on my way to freedom.
My future is shown clear as day.
I’t shines because of my forefathers.
I’t thrives like flowers in rich soil.
I’m on my way to freedom.
Chains no longer bind my soul.
My scars heal from head to toe.
I sing with joy without persecution.
I’m on the platform of freedom.
It’s finally here to comfort me.
The breadth of life fills my cavity.
I’m able to live another day.
#poetry
Major Question
A world without education will never survive as long as it has.
With the studies of how the world works around us we made the world a better place.
We have not used education to it's fullest potential though, which results to climate change.
The world around us is dying and if we don't stop are deviant ways life will be gone.
Corruption in the highest powers of government is one of the major factors.
The question is.
Will you make a change?
#FightForLife
Nighttime Visit
As the hourly bell rang, Elianna slipped
into the stables. She traversed carefully across the golden strands of hay littering the dirt floor, locks of blonde hair whipping around as Elianna observed the stalls surrounding her. Eventually, she made it to the right stable. As soon as Elianna stepped into the spacious stall, her dragon, Almiria, bounded over. The large creature’s snout nuzzled Elianna’s neck, the cerulean scales scraping her tan skin. She patted Almiria’s bowed head, murmuring, “Don’t worry, Girl. We’ll leave tonight. Neither of us will have to suffer any longer.” The dragon crooned softly, and Elianna smiled.
Blood Part 6
Emilie was just putting on a pot of coffee when she heard a knock at the door. She answered it to find Graham looking as if he had just woken up.
“Hey!” She greeted him with more positive energy than when she had called, “Coffee?”
“Uhhh, yea. Sure.”
She went back to the kitchen and got out two mugs “Cream?”
“No….Is everything alright?”
“Oh yea, everything’s fine. Sugar?”
“No thanks. It’s just that over the phone it sounded like something might be wrong. Are you sure everything is fine?”
Emilie came back with the two mugs of steaming hot coffee. She handed one to Graham then kissed him on the mouth. “I know. I’m sorry I called you. I just had a bad dream. I guess it freaked me out a bit.”
They both sat on the couch and sipped their coffee. “So, tell me about it.” Graham said.
“No, I can’t it’s…” Emilie searched for the right word, “Embarrassing.” That was not the right word but it would have to satisfy Graham because she was not going to delve into this part of her life with him so deeply, not yet.
“C’mon, Em. Talk to me. You’re always so closed up. I mean, you did call me and ask me to come over, right?”
“Ok,” Emilie sighed, “It was about Remi’s dad.” Emilie hoped her vague response would satisfy Graham.
“Oh, ok.” Graham responded dully. Emilie was pleased he did not inquire further. Graham was aware of Emilie’s abusive ex but they never discussed it in detail. “Well, that makes sense. I mean, you’ve been through a lot this year.”
“Yea, I’m probably just stressed out. Remi’s been having nightmares too and then yesterday he bit some girl at school.”
“He bit somebody?”
“Yea, bad. The girl had to go to the hospital.”
“Geez.” Responded Graham, at a loss for real words. Emilie was at a loss too. Then, he put his arm around her. “Well, you can call me whenever you want. Day or night.”
“And there was one other thing about the dream I haven’t told you.” She looked in his eyes. “You were in it.”
“What? I was in a dream about your ex?”
“Yea, and that’s not all. In my dream you were dead. I think that’s what scared me most. I had shut you out of my life for so long and then you were dead.”
“I’m not dead now.” Graham said gesturing to himself as if Emilie wasn’t aware he was sitting right next to her.
“I know. And I’m not going to shut you out any more. I want you in Remi’s life.”
Graham smiled. “You do?”
“Yea, I do. Actually, he’s having a birthday party next weekend when he turns 5. Maybe you can come?”
“Yes, of course!” Graham exclaimed, “I’d love to!” And he kissed her hard on the mouth.
“Mom?” A small voice came from the hallway.
Emilie and Graham parted. Remi was standing in the hallway in his Star Wars pajamas. Emilie got up and walked to him, “Hey, honey. What are you doing up so early on a Saturday?”
“I had a dream.”
“Was it another bad dream?” Emilie asked.
“Not a bad one.” Remi replied, never taking his gaze off Graham.
To be continued...
(I know this one isn't as exciting as the others and there's no vampire stuff but I needed it to link some things together.)
It's been awhile since I added to this story. Here's the other parts to remind yourself or catch up:
Part 1: https://theprose.com/post/208946/blood-tentative-title-part-i
Part 2: https://theprose.com/post/210414/blood-tentative-title-part-2
Part 3: https://theprose.com/post/222873/blood-part-3
Part 4: https://theprose.com/post/223891/like-chocolate-blood-4
Part 5: https://theprose.com/post/224955/blood-part-5
Mistletoe Kiss
I didn’t believe in love at first sight,
Until I saw him that winter night.
I dressed up for this dance at school,
He wore elf-ears and acted like a fool.
I didn’t think there was even a chance,
For that boy to ask me to dance.
He was the idol of all the girls,
With his blue eyes and long brown curls.
I passed the night against the wall,
While he danced all over the hall.
With a frown, I began to flee.
But then he was right in front of me.
“Dance with me before you go.” He said.
I was speechless, visions spinning in my head.
He led me out onto the floor.
We danced one time, then once more.
The night was over all too soon,
As this boy’s smile made me swoon.
I looked up and could plainly see,
The mistletoe hung above him and me.
The smile broadened upon his face,
And he tightened our embrace.
He whispered softly in my ear,
“They should hang mistletoe all through the year.
I’ll never forget this Christmas.”
Then we shared our first kiss.
