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The Hunger (Vampire Series II) Part2
This hunger is becoming so great that I need to slake it. I find myself wandering in a neighbourhood that somehow looks familiar. It suddenly hits me, this is where I used to live and as I continue down the street I see a person I used to know. How deliciously humorous, it is Jim.
As we get closer he recognises me and the expression on his face changes. he stops and stares at me, his look reminds me of a lost puppy.
“Claire is it really you?”
I gave no answer, just stood there, my face giving nothing away. Since I had been, shall we say turned, my appearance had become more youthful. I could see that he was moved by my appearance. He was so easy to read, all the emotions on his face and yes, even lust was there.
“I have missed you so much Claire. I was a fool to leave you for that silly young girl. It didn’t last, she left for another man.”
Still I said nothing, just stood there gazing at him. A faint smile played at the corners of my mouth and that he must have seen as encouragement.
“I’ve been looking for you but you never seem to be home. What do you say to giving it another go. We were good together and I know that we can overcome this.”
Finally the smile widened and covered my face. I opened my arms wide.
“Come to me Jim,” and as he came into my arms I whispered, “welcome to hell.”
A scream escaped his lips as my teeth sank into his neck, but it was short lived and quickly turned into gurgling as I drained the life from him. I drained every drop of blood from him. There would be no coming back for Jim.
As we get closer he recognises me and the expression on his face changes. he stops and stares at me, his look reminds me of a lost puppy.
“Claire is it really you?”
I gave no answer, just stood there, my face giving nothing away. Since I had been, shall we say turned, my appearance had become more youthful. I could see that he was moved by my appearance. He was so easy to read, all the emotions on his face and yes, even lust was there.
“I have missed you so much Claire. I was a fool to leave you for that silly young girl. It didn’t last, she left for another man.”
Still I said nothing, just stood there gazing at him. A faint smile played at the corners of my mouth and that he must have seen as encouragement.
“I’ve been looking for you but you never seem to be home. What do you say to giving it another go. We were good together and I know that we can overcome this.”
Finally the smile widened and covered my face. I opened my arms wide.
“Come to me Jim,” and as he came into my arms I whispered, “welcome to hell.”
A scream escaped his lips as my teeth sank into his neck, but it was short lived and quickly turned into gurgling as I drained the life from him. I drained every drop of blood from him. There would be no coming back for Jim.
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Posted: May 2013
Post CommentThe Hunger (Vampire Series II) Part1
The hunger is upon me once again. It gnaws incessantly at my innards, demanding to be fulfilled. My hunger screams at me, only blood will satisfy it, warm, coppery taste of blood. This craving will intensify and reach a level where I no longer have any control over it. To a point where I become almost an mindless entity seeking only self gratification.
How did I become this way? I was not always like this. There was a time I had a husband, children and a home. It was a semi-detached with a white picket fence and climbing roses out front. Admittedly it was not the nicest part of town but it was home and we were happy, or so I had thought.
I lived in ignorance until the night Jim came home and confessed everything. The lies, the cheating, one affair after another. Then he dropped the bombshell, he was leaving me for some twenty year old bimbo. My whole world came crashing down in a matter of minutes.
I stormed out of the house into the night. I needed to get away for I could no longer look at him without being consumed by disgust. Nearly thirty years of marriage and to end like this. I had given him everything and yet he betrayed me like this, cast aside like an old worn out toy.
I wandered the streets, my mind in turmoil. My mood swung between pity for myself and rage at him, and even the thought of suicide entered my mind. All the while I wandered aimlessly unaware of my surroundings.
I ended up outside a dingy Café and on a whim I entered. It was like a movie set out of the fifties. Booths lined the walls and apart from the man behind the counter there was a single customer in the corner booth.
I slid into a booth and studied the menu, which was rather difficult in this dim light. I don’t even know why I was looking at the menu for food was the furthermost thought from my mind. I didn’t even notice the waiter until he placed a coffee in front of me and left without saying a single word.
I was slowly sipping my coffee, totally oblivious to all, so it came as a shock when a soft voice spoke.
“Mind if I join you?”
It was the customer from the corner booth. I was about to reject his request but something in his voice stopped me. It was so soft and smooth, almost hypnotic and I found myself nodding in acquiescence.
He slid into the seat opposite me. We talked for hours and it seemed to be so natural. I felt no fear when he leaned across the table and bit my neck. I felt the fire of the bite and when I came to I had become like him, a creature of the night. In the last second he had spared me and not taken my life.
How did I become this way? I was not always like this. There was a time I had a husband, children and a home. It was a semi-detached with a white picket fence and climbing roses out front. Admittedly it was not the nicest part of town but it was home and we were happy, or so I had thought.
I lived in ignorance until the night Jim came home and confessed everything. The lies, the cheating, one affair after another. Then he dropped the bombshell, he was leaving me for some twenty year old bimbo. My whole world came crashing down in a matter of minutes.
I stormed out of the house into the night. I needed to get away for I could no longer look at him without being consumed by disgust. Nearly thirty years of marriage and to end like this. I had given him everything and yet he betrayed me like this, cast aside like an old worn out toy.
I wandered the streets, my mind in turmoil. My mood swung between pity for myself and rage at him, and even the thought of suicide entered my mind. All the while I wandered aimlessly unaware of my surroundings.
I ended up outside a dingy Café and on a whim I entered. It was like a movie set out of the fifties. Booths lined the walls and apart from the man behind the counter there was a single customer in the corner booth.
I slid into a booth and studied the menu, which was rather difficult in this dim light. I don’t even know why I was looking at the menu for food was the furthermost thought from my mind. I didn’t even notice the waiter until he placed a coffee in front of me and left without saying a single word.
I was slowly sipping my coffee, totally oblivious to all, so it came as a shock when a soft voice spoke.
“Mind if I join you?”
It was the customer from the corner booth. I was about to reject his request but something in his voice stopped me. It was so soft and smooth, almost hypnotic and I found myself nodding in acquiescence.
He slid into the seat opposite me. We talked for hours and it seemed to be so natural. I felt no fear when he leaned across the table and bit my neck. I felt the fire of the bite and when I came to I had become like him, a creature of the night. In the last second he had spared me and not taken my life.
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Posted: May 2013
Post CommentTerminate With Extreme Prejudice (Part2)
Two weeks I was in hospital recovering and on the day I was released they caught the person responsible for the attack. Justice will be done and Alice will be avenged. The law is just and the guilty will be punished.
I sat in the court and listened to his lawyer. He made it sound like he was the victim. His poor upbringing, parental abuse, lack of being able to find employment and so on.
The jury came back with guilty. For twenty minutes the judge droned on how sad it was that this young man, due to circumstances beyond his control, was forced to commit these acts.
After all was said and done, he gave him a five year suspended sentence. My Alice lay cold in her grave and he was free to walk the streets to commit more crimes.
I yelled out. “How can this be justice? This is not justice, this is a farce.”
All that got me was a warning from the judge. Should there be another outburst like that I would be jailed for thirty days. If I speak the truth I will be jailed yet he can kill and walk free, something is terribly wrong.
For many days I was lost in my thoughts, and they were dark indeed. By the end I came to the conclusion that if the law fails us then we must not fail justice.
For months I trained myself to shoot. I was becoming that good that I could put every bullet through the bullseye, not only through it but the same hole for every bullet. I was ready for justice.
There were many high profile cases that took my attention. Firstly the criminal, then the lawyer involved and lastly the judge. A bullet through each eye sent them to face their god. I had terminated my fourth case, as I liked to call them, when the killer of my Alice was in my sights. Once he was dispatched the lawyer and judge followed.
“Is the law blind?” was the favourite headline followed by, “Who will face Blind Justice next?”
The media had named me blind justice. I was hated by the law and law givers but it appears that there was a movement that supported my cause.
I take no pleasure in what I do but I will not cease until balance has been restored. Should you escape the law you will not escape my justice.
I sat in the court and listened to his lawyer. He made it sound like he was the victim. His poor upbringing, parental abuse, lack of being able to find employment and so on.
The jury came back with guilty. For twenty minutes the judge droned on how sad it was that this young man, due to circumstances beyond his control, was forced to commit these acts.
After all was said and done, he gave him a five year suspended sentence. My Alice lay cold in her grave and he was free to walk the streets to commit more crimes.
I yelled out. “How can this be justice? This is not justice, this is a farce.”
All that got me was a warning from the judge. Should there be another outburst like that I would be jailed for thirty days. If I speak the truth I will be jailed yet he can kill and walk free, something is terribly wrong.
For many days I was lost in my thoughts, and they were dark indeed. By the end I came to the conclusion that if the law fails us then we must not fail justice.
For months I trained myself to shoot. I was becoming that good that I could put every bullet through the bullseye, not only through it but the same hole for every bullet. I was ready for justice.
There were many high profile cases that took my attention. Firstly the criminal, then the lawyer involved and lastly the judge. A bullet through each eye sent them to face their god. I had terminated my fourth case, as I liked to call them, when the killer of my Alice was in my sights. Once he was dispatched the lawyer and judge followed.
“Is the law blind?” was the favourite headline followed by, “Who will face Blind Justice next?”
The media had named me blind justice. I was hated by the law and law givers but it appears that there was a movement that supported my cause.
I take no pleasure in what I do but I will not cease until balance has been restored. Should you escape the law you will not escape my justice.
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Posted: May 2013
Post CommentTerminate With Extreme Prejudice (Part1)
I am not a bad man, at least I do not consider myself as being bad. I live in an ordinary house, in a quiet suburb. I used to work as a bookkeeper but these days I am on a disability pension.
I had a normal childhood, I was a only child and my parents and I were very close, however I was definitely not spoiled, just loved very much. You could say that I was shy and rather timid, very much a loner.
Unlike many other children I did not pull the wings of flies or torment the local pet population. The thought of violence made me physically ill, and blood, I would faint at the sight of it. That led to a lot of teasing at times.
When I reached my late teens I had not even talked to a girl let alone dated one. In my mid twenties my parents had just about given up hope of becoming grandparents. You could imagine their surprise when I turned up with a female. Not just a female but one who was extremely beautiful.
It became quickly apparent to them that she was as timid and shy as I was and just as much a loner. We had literally run into each other and after we helped each other up we started talking. We quickly realised that we were kindred spirits.
We continued to see each other and by the end of the year we decided to wed. my parents were overjoyed as were hers. You could say that against the odds we had found each other.
For over twenty years we quietly lived our life. We had two beautiful daughters who were totally different from us. They were outgoing and the life of the party, like a breath of fresh air.
But children grow up and leave home to pursue their dreams. We missed them for they had brought so much joy to us, but they came and visited often.
It was on a Saturday night that we went out, one of those rare occasions when we ventured forth. There was not much that would tempt us to leave home, but this was a movie we both wanted to see.
We were so engrossed in discussing it as we walked back to the car that we did not see the man approach us. The first I knew about it was as the knife entered my chest.
I felt the cold of the knife and the burning of the pain. As I slipped to the ground I could see him attack Alice. I heard her scream and then blackness took hold of me.
I awoke in the hospital, they had only just managed to drag me back from death. Apparently I had flat lined three times. When I questioned them about Alice I instantly knew the answer by the sadness on their faces.
I had a normal childhood, I was a only child and my parents and I were very close, however I was definitely not spoiled, just loved very much. You could say that I was shy and rather timid, very much a loner.
Unlike many other children I did not pull the wings of flies or torment the local pet population. The thought of violence made me physically ill, and blood, I would faint at the sight of it. That led to a lot of teasing at times.
When I reached my late teens I had not even talked to a girl let alone dated one. In my mid twenties my parents had just about given up hope of becoming grandparents. You could imagine their surprise when I turned up with a female. Not just a female but one who was extremely beautiful.
It became quickly apparent to them that she was as timid and shy as I was and just as much a loner. We had literally run into each other and after we helped each other up we started talking. We quickly realised that we were kindred spirits.
We continued to see each other and by the end of the year we decided to wed. my parents were overjoyed as were hers. You could say that against the odds we had found each other.
For over twenty years we quietly lived our life. We had two beautiful daughters who were totally different from us. They were outgoing and the life of the party, like a breath of fresh air.
But children grow up and leave home to pursue their dreams. We missed them for they had brought so much joy to us, but they came and visited often.
It was on a Saturday night that we went out, one of those rare occasions when we ventured forth. There was not much that would tempt us to leave home, but this was a movie we both wanted to see.
We were so engrossed in discussing it as we walked back to the car that we did not see the man approach us. The first I knew about it was as the knife entered my chest.
I felt the cold of the knife and the burning of the pain. As I slipped to the ground I could see him attack Alice. I heard her scream and then blackness took hold of me.
I awoke in the hospital, they had only just managed to drag me back from death. Apparently I had flat lined three times. When I questioned them about Alice I instantly knew the answer by the sadness on their faces.
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Posted: May 2013
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time
The hours
And days
Pass so quickly now
Days become months
Months years
Years become decades
Where has life gone
Some moments I remenber still
Most faded lost and blarred
Time does not stay still
Slowly ticking by
Never to be recaptured or restord
Time is used only once
For we are on limited time
Down hill from now on faster and faster time
Goes by
And days
Pass so quickly now
Days become months
Months years
Years become decades
Where has life gone
Some moments I remenber still
Most faded lost and blarred
Time does not stay still
Slowly ticking by
Never to be recaptured or restord
Time is used only once
For we are on limited time
Down hill from now on faster and faster time
Goes by
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Posted: May 2013
Post CommentRed Cow Makes You Fly……
“All stand, the Honourable Judge Actavious Routing presiding.”
All stood as the judge entered the Courtroom. Usually the courtroom had only a handful of spectators present wanting to see justice dispensed, however the nature of this trial had leaked out and the courtroom was packed.
“You may be seated. Case four seven nine, John and Kathy Unschuldig V Red Cow Co.”
“Roger Gettem for the plaintiff Your Honour.”
“Philip Ratzig for the defence Your Honour.”
Roger Gettem stood up and walked around to the front of his desk.
“If it please the Court I will begin with my opening statement.
Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, here sits the defendant trying to appear the picture of innocence, but the reality is far from that.
I am sure that we are all aware of the advertising slogan of Red Cow energy drink. No matter where you look, or what radio station you turn to while driving there it is. Then when you are at home relaxing they bombard you with their message in your own living room. ‘Red Cow makes you fly.’
Now you might ask ‘who would believe that an energy drink can make you fly?’. Not you and I ladies and gentlemen of the jury for we are far too sophisticated. So who then?
Picture an innocent seven year old boy, constantly bombarded by this advertising desperately wanting to fly. In his spare time he sits and watches the birds circling overhead wishing to join them. One day a thought forms in his mind. This is the world of grownups, if they say it then it must be true.
At the school canteen he buys a can of Red Cow and like a precious treasure carries it up to the school clock tower. He waits until the school bell rings signalling time to go home. He is so eager to fly that he drinks it down in one go, not even stopping to breathe.
When he sees his mother approaching he calls out to her and steps off, he wants her to see him fly. His golden hair shines in the sun and his cry of delight turns to one of fright when he plummets to the ground.
What terrible thoughts must have gone through his mind as he fell towards the ground and the shock of impact as his bones shattered.
Ladies and Gentlemen of the jury, had he died instantly on impact his suffering would have ended, however he clung to life, his body wracked with unimaginable pain. This seven year old was a fighter to the last.
He died cradled in his mother’s arms bathed by her tears. His last dying words to his mother was, ‘why didn’t I fly?’
Why indeed. It is time they were held accountable for what they advertise, Mr and Mrs Unschuldig ask for justice, but most of all Jason, an innocent seven year old asks for justice.
Thank you ladies and gentlemen of the jury.”
All stood as the judge entered the Courtroom. Usually the courtroom had only a handful of spectators present wanting to see justice dispensed, however the nature of this trial had leaked out and the courtroom was packed.
“You may be seated. Case four seven nine, John and Kathy Unschuldig V Red Cow Co.”
“Roger Gettem for the plaintiff Your Honour.”
“Philip Ratzig for the defence Your Honour.”
Roger Gettem stood up and walked around to the front of his desk.
“If it please the Court I will begin with my opening statement.
Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, here sits the defendant trying to appear the picture of innocence, but the reality is far from that.
I am sure that we are all aware of the advertising slogan of Red Cow energy drink. No matter where you look, or what radio station you turn to while driving there it is. Then when you are at home relaxing they bombard you with their message in your own living room. ‘Red Cow makes you fly.’
Now you might ask ‘who would believe that an energy drink can make you fly?’. Not you and I ladies and gentlemen of the jury for we are far too sophisticated. So who then?
Picture an innocent seven year old boy, constantly bombarded by this advertising desperately wanting to fly. In his spare time he sits and watches the birds circling overhead wishing to join them. One day a thought forms in his mind. This is the world of grownups, if they say it then it must be true.
At the school canteen he buys a can of Red Cow and like a precious treasure carries it up to the school clock tower. He waits until the school bell rings signalling time to go home. He is so eager to fly that he drinks it down in one go, not even stopping to breathe.
When he sees his mother approaching he calls out to her and steps off, he wants her to see him fly. His golden hair shines in the sun and his cry of delight turns to one of fright when he plummets to the ground.
What terrible thoughts must have gone through his mind as he fell towards the ground and the shock of impact as his bones shattered.
Ladies and Gentlemen of the jury, had he died instantly on impact his suffering would have ended, however he clung to life, his body wracked with unimaginable pain. This seven year old was a fighter to the last.
He died cradled in his mother’s arms bathed by her tears. His last dying words to his mother was, ‘why didn’t I fly?’
Why indeed. It is time they were held accountable for what they advertise, Mr and Mrs Unschuldig ask for justice, but most of all Jason, an innocent seven year old asks for justice.
Thank you ladies and gentlemen of the jury.”
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Posted: May 2013
About this poem:
I think it is pretty obvious as to which energy drink is being referred to ... due to legal reasons I cannot actually name it ... this is of course written without prejudice
Fantastical Unicorn Flight
Creature of mystical powers
please will you give me an answer
May I please ride with you tonight
through dark skies of sparkling starlight
I long to join you in your flight
you pause allow me to alight
We race through the dazzling skies
I grip very tight with shaking thighs
Looking around me so full of wonder
thinking nothing could be greater
Then flying down I hug you tight
let you return to twilight
please will you give me an answer
May I please ride with you tonight
through dark skies of sparkling starlight
I long to join you in your flight
you pause allow me to alight
We race through the dazzling skies
I grip very tight with shaking thighs
Looking around me so full of wonder
thinking nothing could be greater
Then flying down I hug you tight
let you return to twilight
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Posted: May 2013
About this poem:
dreams
Are you an Orange or a Lemon?
An orange is sweet and juicy, can be used for breakfast to nibble on, a healthy energy snack, or as a sweet dessert at the end of a meal, can be softened by rolling the whole orange under your hand or foot gently to break down the segments into delicious liquid, when squeezed softly you get a delicious drink that runs down your chin, contained in its natural outer cover of fresh smelling skin.
A lemon is 'tart', can be used to tenderize meat, and brings out the flavor of most foods, to balances many tastes, good for your skin and used in a lot of beauty products. Can be used to sooth a sore throat, and with a little salt and a segment of lemon sucked slowly it balances a well known drink so well.
A lemon is 'tart', can be used to tenderize meat, and brings out the flavor of most foods, to balances many tastes, good for your skin and used in a lot of beauty products. Can be used to sooth a sore throat, and with a little salt and a segment of lemon sucked slowly it balances a well known drink so well.
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Posted: May 2013
About this poem:
Something fun:-)Lol worked out with my mom:-)
The dream
She felt herself drift off into the soft darkness, her body relaxed and her mind floated, she sighed and felt Him enter her dream, He came over to her body and stood watching her she could feel His eyes burning her soft skin from her toes, over her legs, up her thighs and under the lace panties covering her bottom, up the small of her back and on to her neck, and suddenly her thick red hair which fell over her shoulder was hot, she felt Him reach out His hand and lift it out of the way, His fingers brushed her shoulder and she shivered, a soft sigh escaped her parted lips, He heard her and she felt Him smile.
His strong hand closed over the back of her neck and His thumb felt her pulse throbbing, His fingers traced her neck, her jaw and the outline of her lips which parted for Him, He smiled and pulled her lower lip down, feeling her breath on his finger, He leaned in slowly and replaced his finger with His lips, gently He kissed her tasting her, His tongue reaching out to prob her mouth open, His lips suddenly crushing her soft mouth and His tongue diving deep and finding hers, she moaned as His hand cupped the back of her neck and held her secure so He could explore her mouth, she was a creature of feeling and decided to breath was not as important if His mouth was breathing life into her as it was now, He lifted His lips a breath away and nibbled her lower lip, then kissed down her neck to the pulse He had found with His fingers earlier, His teeth closed over her neck and she felt the mark He left, her body was alive with feeling, she craved Him, His hand still held he captive, her eyes had not opened and she didn't know what He looked like, but she felt Him, a deep shiver that went from her lips and neck down to her nipples making them throb, she moved her legs and her hands felt restless.
She heard the alarm from far away, it was loud now and she slowly opened her eyes, she looked into strong deep eyes that saw into her soul, He smiled into her and her heart glowed, she sighed and closed her eyes.
She heard the alarm again and her eyes snapped open, He was gone not a trace of the Man lingered, she felt the tear fall, and she felt the lingering affects of her body, sitting up her hand went to her lips and they felt swollen and used, she smiled softly, getting up she went to the mirror and lifted her hair, a small dark red mark showed on her neck right over her pulse, she smiled and remembered Him saying, "when you close your eyes tonight I will come to you and you will know I was there, I will visit in your dreams and keep you safe with me".
She wiped the tear away and smiled softly, He was right she felt Him where only she would very know and today was going to be wonderful.
His strong hand closed over the back of her neck and His thumb felt her pulse throbbing, His fingers traced her neck, her jaw and the outline of her lips which parted for Him, He smiled and pulled her lower lip down, feeling her breath on his finger, He leaned in slowly and replaced his finger with His lips, gently He kissed her tasting her, His tongue reaching out to prob her mouth open, His lips suddenly crushing her soft mouth and His tongue diving deep and finding hers, she moaned as His hand cupped the back of her neck and held her secure so He could explore her mouth, she was a creature of feeling and decided to breath was not as important if His mouth was breathing life into her as it was now, He lifted His lips a breath away and nibbled her lower lip, then kissed down her neck to the pulse He had found with His fingers earlier, His teeth closed over her neck and she felt the mark He left, her body was alive with feeling, she craved Him, His hand still held he captive, her eyes had not opened and she didn't know what He looked like, but she felt Him, a deep shiver that went from her lips and neck down to her nipples making them throb, she moved her legs and her hands felt restless.
She heard the alarm from far away, it was loud now and she slowly opened her eyes, she looked into strong deep eyes that saw into her soul, He smiled into her and her heart glowed, she sighed and closed her eyes.
She heard the alarm again and her eyes snapped open, He was gone not a trace of the Man lingered, she felt the tear fall, and she felt the lingering affects of her body, sitting up her hand went to her lips and they felt swollen and used, she smiled softly, getting up she went to the mirror and lifted her hair, a small dark red mark showed on her neck right over her pulse, she smiled and remembered Him saying, "when you close your eyes tonight I will come to you and you will know I was there, I will visit in your dreams and keep you safe with me".
She wiped the tear away and smiled softly, He was right she felt Him where only she would very know and today was going to be wonderful.
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Posted: May 2013
About this poem:
My dreams
Lonely Dreamer
I take my time to the longest road,
it seems so empty and almost dark,
the road has no end but my feet keep walk,
when suddenly i turn my head right,
there's a waterfall like in the eden.
Unfollow the road and decide to enter the waterfall,
it brought me to the wildest stream ever,
having no choice but to follow,
it has no end and offers some grab on the cliff,
suddenly the big bird gripping my shoulder
and we fly away.
Up up high to the unlimited skies.
I feel the breeze on my face,
Feel the warm bright skies on my feet.
Looking down to the earth far below,
realize everything small from up above.
The gripping was released and I fell down
so fast like a light.
Trying to find something to hold was pointless,
faster and faster down and down,
and I woke up.
With the moonlight shine from the window,
share the warm feeling,
thankful that I am just dreaming.
it seems so empty and almost dark,
the road has no end but my feet keep walk,
when suddenly i turn my head right,
there's a waterfall like in the eden.
Unfollow the road and decide to enter the waterfall,
it brought me to the wildest stream ever,
having no choice but to follow,
it has no end and offers some grab on the cliff,
suddenly the big bird gripping my shoulder
and we fly away.
Up up high to the unlimited skies.
I feel the breeze on my face,
Feel the warm bright skies on my feet.
Looking down to the earth far below,
realize everything small from up above.
The gripping was released and I fell down
so fast like a light.
Trying to find something to hold was pointless,
faster and faster down and down,
and I woke up.
With the moonlight shine from the window,
share the warm feeling,
thankful that I am just dreaming.
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Posted: Jun 2013
About this poem:
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