Hello!

Thanks for everything. I know it may not mean much to you but it’s very important to me. Being left here under the dark, cold, foreign, and scary hole all my life, I never knew your world. Yet you chose to give me light and let me out of this cruel place. Oh, be careful you’re holding my tender head too tight. They never really grew that much because of the limited space under there.

Wait! Don’t just throw me beside these strangers.

No!

Please pick me up again. The others. The others.

They are too noisy. Too scared. Too happy.

Please, Mister. I can’t stand this kind of home.

Yes, thank you.

Thank you and you listened to your friend over the driver’s seat. You both must have been really good friends. Your parents must have raised you both well.

Oh, is that right? You two are not just friends, you too are brothers!

So dear, oh so sweet. How I wish I also knew my brothers or sisters. All I know is that my mother’s the only member of our family that I met.

She was gorgeous. With her thick yet soft, silky, black hair. Her wonderful curves and her tender touch. Though I was too young to really appreciate her beauty, she was all there was in my world. I thought I would make my parents proud. Then the next thing I remember was that I was lying in this cold, muddy forest.

My mother was tucking me in for my eternal sleep. Blanketing me with the fertile soil found beneath this Narra tree. Still, I loved her and I only gave her a quiet smile before we parted.

Oh, Mister, would you be so kind as to pull me to that corner. I guess you left my fingers and limbs over there.

Whispers of the evening wind

Welcome me again in this.

Endless shifts of here and there

Scratching the fear off my chest

Yet as the night grows deeper

My head spins over and over, 'til

Midnight bells pull me awake.

Calling my name, picking me

From this drenched state of being

Shivering from head to toe

Yet I know this very well.

That the night will come again

And my head will spin over.

My heart will burst and will tear.

From the endless shifts of now,

Past and present, memories

Made-up or true, no one knows.

So, I just sit, wait, and try

To open my eyes, and smile

Not showing anything wrong

Keeping all the fear inside

Shivering from head to toe

Yet I know this very well.

That the night will come again

And my head will spin over.

My heart will burst and will tear.

Finally, the end is near

Yet again, there is the night

Waiting, calling, torturing

Draining the strength out of me

'Coz the night will come again

And my head will spin again

Knocking me with truths unknown

Real or made-up memories

No one knows, no one will care

Or so I think, and yet here

I let the night get to me.

Waves gently touch my feet as we walk along the shore, and I don’t mind. I feel the tingling sensation of the water moving past my feet, my skin tightens. Still, I don’t mind. This, after all, is our favorite place. This is our most-loved activity — walking side by side, holding hands as we walk for hours along the beach side. We share what happens to our day, we laugh at each others’ jokes, we whisper our hopes and dreams almost as a prayer that we hope to achieve. The dreams of traveling, learning about various cultures, moving from one place to the next, then later on building a family, teaching our children, and especially growing old together.

But now, my heart breaks as I show you my smile. Tears fill my eyes as I listen to your voice while you do your best to sound happy. My knees feel weak as I try to keep up. You run your fingers through my hair while you whisper our dreams over and over again. My eyes cannot hold the tears any longer. We stop and you grab me by the waist. You burst crying. You never cry. At least, never in front of me. I gently rub my hands on your back, but sorry, I cannot say anything in return. I know that I cannot reassure you. The only thing I can say is that I am trying my best. I am holding still, even when it hurts. But why does it hurt?

I feel my whole body stiffen. I feel hundreds of pins push through my chest. I scream and I push you away. Tears fill my eyes over and over. I cannot see clearly. Let’s go back. I cannot walk any longer. No whispers, please. No walks. This is after all what we promised each other. Today is our last day. The sun is setting and it paints the sky with pastel hues. Let’s remember this day as best as we could. Don’t worry, my tears will dry out soon. Let’s just walk farther from the shore.

Alarm blasts through the wall

I stare at the ceiling, lights are off

I can't feel my legs but I am freezing

My right arm reaches to the end table

I close my eyes and say my prayers

One, two, three, breath in and out

Sometimes only my dreams keep me alive

I drag myself through the cycle

One, two, three, think, breathe, think,

Breathe and see your next dream

Sea glitters

Sun burns red

Waves move away

Splashes here and there

Openly welcoming, yet

She waves her goodbye

A familiar silence filled the air, yet

Questions flew fast from his head

That when our eyes shortly met

I felt the sting in my bare chest

As the orange light struck the gap

Of our fed-up rants and regrets

Now, only sunset got the final say

To our careful touches and

Whispers of requests to end

Our great continuous struggle

To bring our lifeless misgivings

A facade of endless desires

Full of our unsaid forgiveness

#secrets #forgiveness #memory #end #poetry #poem

As fairies promise

Let's cross the next bridge

Of wooden dreams and regrets

It's always a good surprise

Let's dance our way there

It's always a start

For hopes left and forgotten

Of drunken moments with some faith

After all, there's this.

So, jump, shout, and cry

Out of the pretty faces

Here's you, the crazy tough one

#inspiration #worry #faith #hope

Twitching of the eyes starts the night

A cold breeze kisses me on the cheeks

Greeting me for a goodnight's sleep

Yet when the light turns off

The whispers begin to amplify

Touching my skin as my feet get cold

These are my daily company

I tried to let go and keep the lights on

Yet I won't be able to close my eyes

No rest for me, so in the end

I still do the same routine,

I just tried to talk the whispers out

When I needed better sleep

Welcome home!

Mama always greeted me that way. Why can’t you do that as well? See, the sky is dark now and I worked so hard today; a warm greeting would lighten up my day.

But I guess you are too busy with your favorite show. You are kicking the table for three straight minutes now. Is the show that good? Hey! Do you plan to break the table tonight?

Could you behave even for just fifteen minutes? I’ll make your meal now. Shhh! Stop kicking the table. Goodness!

I’ll just be in the kitchen.

Okay! If you’re not going to watch anymore, fine. Maybe you can stop moving too much. You can’t even stand up from that chair. Better listen to my story then, while you wait for your dinner.

The library was packed earlier. There was a storytelling event for the city’s day care. Then some college club from the south held their semestral meeting on the second floor. But, the best part of the day was when a 10th grader stepped in that college meeting and started screaming, “Go to hell! All of you, go to hell!” It was so funny. You know, the kid was wearing his Batman costume. I couldn’t imagine how that little boy got on the second floor. He sure got everyone’s attention especially Arthur and Mark’s. Oh, did I mention that we got a new security guard, Arthur. Having him was great, I hated Peter. Anyways, that was basically my day. How about you?

Oh, nevermind. I know it already. I memorized all the shows in Channel 4. Let’s try watching those from Channel 8 tomorrow, what do you think?

Hey! Stop moving too much. You’ll hurt yourself. Wait for me, dinner’s almost done.

Why are you shaking your head? Don’t you like mac ’n cheese? Poor thing, you’re missing a lot. Anyway, I’ll help you eat now, but promise me you’ll not try to hurt yourself, okay? Oh, why are you breathing heavily now?

Hey! You bastard. Why did you spit my mac ’n cheese! Stop that. You’re making me feel bad. Stop spitting all those pieces. It’s not like it taste so bad. Oh my! Don’t vomit on the floor. Stop it! I made this for you.

This is Peter’s fault! I knew it. There’s nothing good coming from that man.

Okay, it’s also my fault. I should’ve checked first. Alright, sorry. You poor thing. I’ll make another one. I guess mac ’n cheese depends on the type of a person’s blood as well.

What do you mean it’s not even food? Hey, this was my Mama’s recipe so you watch your mouth. Yes, I put the macaroni there and the cheese, but Mama taught me to add a speacial ingredient. Well, I should’ve asked Mama about that, too. Oh well, I’ll just fry some meat then. Wait for me and behave. You don’t want to share the fridge with Peter, would you?

#monologue #flashfiction #darkstory