Something flashed beneath the surface of his hardened expression and I hurried to investigate the sudden shift. It was too late, the emotion disappeared before I could identify it, like reaching desperately for an escaped balloon; the string dangling so tantalizingly close but the wind pushed it away and it's lost forever.
I am the rose and you the thorn, so I bear these scratches and you smell of perfume. Yet as the cosmos shifts and I gain the upper hand we both heal, you and I. After all, we grew together of the same roots, part of the same blessed flower.
Her hazel eyes were a melt of autumn tones, fending off the winter frost. Freckles, light, delicate; sprinkled softly on her sun-kissed cheeks. Waves of brown hair that refract the sun's gentle light, penetrating it's smooth layers. She was a Goddess on Earth, a blooming flower amongst the leaves.
The toasted sandwiches were made in the iron frying pan, the wholegrain bread becoming a golden brown. The aroma would make its way through the house, announcing that lunch was ready. Then we'd eat. Warm bread, warm chatter and warm music playing; the cooler seasons never felt so cozy.
Streaming tears cleansed her red cheeks. Few droplets remained, forgetting their way as the path was swept from beneath them, consequently blurring the Amelia's vision with waves of sadness only the broken encounter. The salty release calmly flowed into her mouth so that she could taste her own sorrow.
Bitter. Unforgiving. Pain.
Limp extremities creaked and cracked under the pressure of her body. Amelia's lifeless corpse navigated the streets with grotesque difficulty as she neared her home. She cried out for help, just for a sign someone was there for her, but the whimper was slowly lost in the thinning air.
Then she started to remember. Her smile. Her voice. Memories flooding back into her head. The mysterious girl that exited her life so abruptly leaving her so vulnerable and lonely. The beautiful girl that took her heart...
So Amelia was left reminiscing and indulging in her past; ignoring her unverified future.
The Kids- Spoken Word
We're the kids nobody knows
We're the kids nobody hears
We're the kids nobody listens too
We don't beat the same drum
We don't sound like the rest
We are not fueled by; greed, lust, and fame
We are fueled by; society's rejection, our rage, and our pain
Because we are not mindless slaves
Our lives don't conform
We are more than we seem
We are not just poor kids with a dream
We are the speakers for the kids words can't be freed
The kids like me, like you
That know the world is insane
And we are not afraid to phrase the truth even if we sound crazed
We are more than you know
We are more than you hear
We are more than you listen too
We are more than our rage
We are more than our pain
We are more than our dreams
And I promise you this is not a phase
These are the thoughts in our brains
That makes our hearts pulsate
That keeps us breathing
and fighting to stay alive
We are the kids nobody knows
We are the kids nobody hears
We are the kids nobody listens to.
A royal crown sits upon his head like a boat stuck on a stream in one place. It's like it's entangled in the roots of his hair, like it's apart of him. In the shower, at work, in front of everyone. It's going to be there for ever and ever. But who cares? I like it that way.
Her face wasn't anything extraordinary or significant, and yet, he felt somehow magically draw to those serious and silent features. Though she always avoided his gaze, he couldn't help but notice her clean skin and lack of makeup, along with her always messy hairstyles. Perhaps many would consider her homely, but he found her awe-striking.