No Title, Chapter 1I wake up as the clock chimes eleven. But it isnt the clock that disturbs me; its the shivering sensation that overcomes me. I quickly climb out of bed and walk over to my bedroom window. As I step into the moonlight the shivers get worse. I open the window and walk to the middle of the floor. The shivering becomes shaking; I could have given someone a massage just by touching them. Suddenly Im shrinking. My arms and legs become the same length; my tailbone extends. My nose and mouth lengthen to become a muzzle while my senses are going haywire, getting sharper.
As my ears become pointed and keen I squint in reaction to the moon, which seems as bright as the sun because of my sensitive eyes. The shivering turns to prickling, then everything stops. I look down at my arms and see the white fur that covers them. When I jump onto my dresser and look in the large hanging mirror I see a cat as white as snow looking back at me.
I stretch, then leap back to the ground. Being
The Black PlagueRing around the Rosy.......
-That refers to the bruising that appeared around the open sores.
A pocket full of Posy.......
-Supposedly Posy was a mixture of herbs and spices that kept the sickness away.
-Victims turned a sickly grey colour before.........
We all fall Down!
-Six feet under the stars.
Not such a little kid thing anymore, now, is it?
Smoke before FireI is not thunkin' right
The wurled is all spinny-like
Uvreyting is wonky-donked
and fuzzzzzed up
And I is gigglin' at weirded stuffs
Why is I bein wacky yer askin'?
Cuz I found Daddy's specialses stuff
And I learnses how to make the flame come
The fiery orange is real pretty-like
'Specially stickin' out my mouth
I suck in deep and blow out real hard
to make the cloud come out my chatterbox
I go speedy-like up to Daddy
And I shows Daddy what I is doin'
I is tellin' him that I is just like him
But he don't like it and I is now feelin' hurtses
Both on my cheekses and in my heart
But Daddy, why is you hurtin' me?
He don't say 'nyting
He just takeses the fire out my mouth
and takeses me by the arm
and dragses me to Mommy
And they starts to yells and shouts
Then all quick-like
They both turn to me
And they both raise balled-up handses
And I rememember nutin' elses
I amI am
the shadow in the corner
watching the goings on around me
the quiet one
I keep myself to myself
the silent leader
I organize then pass the leadership on
the green-eyed monster
I covet more than you know
the writer of tales
I weave lies like thread
the poetic person
I write without rhyme but with reason
the glue of my world
I hold everything close to me
the walking dictionary
or so many call me
the secretive being
I withhold more than meets the eye
the puzzle of the world
so hard to unravel
the tiger in the rainforest
neither sleekest or fastest but beautiful in my own way
the spiritual one
but I am not dedicated to my religion
and nothing can change that
Some Questions of LifeWhen you wish upon a star does the star ever answer?
When you pray to God for help, does he ever respond?
Why, when you most need it dearly, doesn't help ever come?
How can the world possibly be so cruel to someone just trying to survive?
What makes poeple think that muttering into the air will actually help your predicament?
All this is answered by one simple thing: we don't really know, do we?
oh well, the answer is different for everyone................
Choicetoes just barely sticking over the edge
wiggling from keeping my balance
breaths come in ragged gasps
from the adrenaline rush
eyes are widened
seeing the space before me
and below me
their are people behind me
or next to me
or even below me
who are in the same predicament i'm in
stay, or go?
i feel like going
but when you go
you don't come back
so go into unknown
or stay with the same-old, same-old?
the choice of a lifetime is here
make the choice
or others will do it for you
and you may not like what they choose
toes sticking over the edge
breath coming in ragged gasps
eyes taking in all that's around me
what will happen next?
when.....when love is in the air.....
i stay inside
when the sun pours through the window....
i go to the basement
when rain falls to the earth....
i weep as well